Hear our voice
From the east, west, south, and north
Hear our independence
This July Fourth
Like flowers in bloom
In the night
See the chandeliers
Hang in the sky
With crescendos and
Reds, blues and whites
Explosions and commotion
In the battle lights
In the bomb blasts and bombast
Crimsons, umbers and beige
Like the dawn’s breaking light
Mauves, cobalts and jades
All the high-lights and sky-lights
Caught by the American’s eye
It's In the fodder of the diviner’s rod
In the wizardry of July
Categories:
cobalts, july, summer,
Form: Rhyme
walking through the dark
long strides, not looking
the eyes all on me
burning, the smell of hate
rising through the leaves
my thoughts are coming
just one of many
dripping from graceful mouths
she said goodbye to the airless room
the men stared, some looked away
droning on, so far down now
dont want to look up
the dirt is shoveled slovenly down
the still flowers running in the ground
with colours, on crude cloth
cobalts in wasted tubes
oily fingers pressed softly
to a sound of moons colliding
holes and craters vibrated
a solitary gun strays into view
an alien planet like ganymede
dead like seasides and lavender fields
crimson earth with white ash
soft in the shadows of destitute women
cold as the door closes on them
my father looks at me
a last look of distanced remorse
nothing shining in the dark now
I am afraid
windows hiding the faces
making out the shapes
as its driving away I sink inside
and day dawns to metallic chords
a brown radio blares on but dead
I can paint now she has gone
Categories:
cobalts, absence,
Form: ABC