Fall with its limpid deep blue skies
Flamboyant leaves dipped in garish dyes
Place: 1st
Awash in dreams, my childhood swiftly flew.
I looked into her eyes to see if love was true.
I gazed into the sky to see if I could see
across the heavens to boundless infinity.
At once, I saw a vision come into view -
life's every answer is in the color blue.
The blue of the sky,
calls to us like a child...
dancing in the sun!
art in the blue sky
so high up in the mountains
breath taken away
Upon a blue sky gaze
I drempt a dream of faith
For all the worried need
Set free upon the breeze
To sit in silent dream
I ponder all I've seen
And gather all of goodness
To rest in faith unseen
Of heart felt thought
And all received
A word a promise
A seed redeemed
A joyous trek
A path of need
A gift of love
Has set me free
Of burning sight, we grow the flora,
From dancing light of my aurora.
A stunted garden, met with showers,
Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers.
In casting passion, bright the sky,
Of green and blue we share an eye.
The way of stars and trees alike,
Through boreal we join and hike.
I died today,
I felt myself just drifting away,
The sky was blue as I walked through a green green park.
I walked slowly, I didn't worry that I might be late,
I was so relaxed as I went toward that golden gate,
And standing right there, my Mum, my Dad and my beautiful daughter too.
I never felt this good as I looked up and recognised you,
I thought everything would be gloomy and sad,
But now I am back with you, I know things are not so bad.
In the blue long eyes,
Dreams are climbing secretly
Dear, what I'm asking.
Cold Day and "Bluesky Social"
This morning, pale sunlight entered
didn't stay left behind on a cold day in a blank
a bedroom that has never seen sexual activity
or a hidden ******** under the duvet
in a bed solely made to sleep in
This was the first winter day, cold and lacked
a promise of a tomorrow with cold hands
wooly socks and dressed in old pajamas
Last night, he had become a member of
a newish site that aspired to be posh
for people with odd work titles like assistant
manager or some other job descriptions
like they have those who answer in a letter
to the Guardian, knotted posh writing, and
a self-regarding attitude
I can't send in articles unless I have seven
people to follow, but I can comment on stuff
in a cultural manner and lack of irony
Crystal Lake
"Haiku"
By Angerry Feliciano
Crystal Lake mirrors
Mountainous snowcapped beside
Underneath blue sky
Out of a clear blue sky;
out of a smooth ripple-free pool -
stealing the light and air,
she stands with arms outstretched.
Your heart stops and your breath is caught,
and nothing else exists: She is your future.
You have to watch her eyes.
In dreams you might escape their pull,
but in the magnitude of the moment;
in that inescapable event,
you are bound by an ancient
and unspoken charter: Having looked, you are bound.
She wants you to hold her;
hold her slender wrinkle-free hand;
feel her cool triumphant grasp.
Captured. Taken … in the nick of time.
Escape is quite impossible.
There is no going back: Time cannot be replayed.
Some have waited so long
that this moment when it arrives
is nothing but a delightful celebration.
For them, she glows with promise;
a beauty without equal…
as, for certain, she is beyond comparison.
For me? Shall I avoid
her eyes, avoid her grasping touch?
Shall I struggle with my breath and strike hard
upon my breast and heart?
A vain refusal it would be…
For Madam De’Ath chooses her own time.
© Griffonner 2024
Rember you like a melting the ice in winter day.
making me smile when seeing autumn sunset in your eye.
moon shines over the sky rembering your melody song in winter sky.
making my heart cry when singing your melody song in coldest night.
like broken memories of ice freezing in winter sky rembering you like
warmest night.
silence of your voice making colourless sunset in autumn sky.
rembering you in frozen sky making autumn alive.
broken silence of autumn when rembering your beautiful sunset in
your eye.
closing my eye wishing to vanishing in winter sky when rember
your melody voice .
under the blue sky
a red cardinal flies low
in search of a warm
Oh, blue, blue sky that used to be,
Before those grey lines bled,
Has evil now taken over the World,
Are all the good men dead?
pure baby blue sky
pretty enough for nursery
a gorgeous color
white bird flies past me
a dove from heaven maybe
pure baby blue sky
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