Dewy trees hold me at night for now
Clapping branches of loud entropy
I am sheltered by its vaned vow
A green truth for me and the poppy
And those poppy’s will grow ever tall
Then be torn by a kids naughty
And as I lay till the cold fall
My hair will wilt and seeds will cry
For they have only the spring to bawl
As for the hair, I’ll make some lie
About dew and poppy seeds
At reality i will never try
on dew kissed morning
birds chirp at high rate of speed
taking rooster's job
flowers spring forth
sun warms their dewy petals
adding to their shine
Like a heavy dew, the morning brings dripping leaves,
Sighing softly and leaning into the whisper of dawn,
Lingering quietly in the echoes of sunlight falling gently,
Singing a liquid kiss over the boughs and branches,
Reflecting the intimacy of melancholy risking its breath
Comforting hasty winds with the remains of last night’s shadows
Eagerly, she weaves webs of grace
In silence her mesh reflects wet
Dewy hopes and dreams to embrace
Eagerly, she weaves webs of grace
With beautiful dew can’t erase
Excited, though the heart won’t fret
Eagerly, she weaves webs of grace
In silence her mesh reflects wet
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Word Used: 7.Excited
April 28, 2023
on the drought night trail
between the firefly flashes
i search dewy paths
Dewy-eyed, dragged on
With gaze upon
Spectre brighter than a noonday
I caught her soul entwined in the web
But lack what to say, like a play
Even with this swift communion of a babe
Entangled in the slying-coyness
I still let her feel the beat of my shyness
Trapped in the stillness of her eyes
But not to let go for long
Holding onto parts rendered undone
In our vacant gaze towards the rising sun
Made more severe by the sudden bright ray shone
I know she could melt a heart as snow,
Bring me the stars if feelings were made to show
Her heart always as pure as gold
Yet, I let her vanished into her fold
Would she ever feel my absence?
Would I ever catch glimpses of her presence?
Oh, would she ever cross this path again?
For I have spent years hoping forever in the rain in vain.
Fogged break of the day
A new damp newspaper rests
On the rubber mat
English Haiku 5,7,5
(Does not require all lower case)
January 25, 2020
10am PST
dewy grasses
hiding delicate violets
mysteriously absent
sunlit tulips
april morning
diamonds on tulips
miraculously telling
baby's cry
Blushing
rouge complexion,
wearing a crimson robe;
bathing in cool fountain of youth-
fresh dew.
Date : 10/03/2016
Published in an anthology 'Poetry of Flowers' by Lost Tower Publications.
Thousands of tiny moons have gathered
one to each dewy blade of grass.
With the brightness of the full moon
upon this great earth its beauty cast.
If only for awhile I could wander
under these dewy blades of grass.
To see the nightlight wonder
that this beautiful moon has cast.
For awhile these thoughts I ponder
while other people dream.
Hidden sights from sleeping minds
such a joyous thing to be seen.
Gazing at the grass out yonder
with an amazement kind of like a dream.
On each blade of grass lays a moon lit orb
as far as the eye can see.
Danny Boy: 8/5/14
Each glistening dewdrop falls softly
Onto the newly moistened fragile fertile earth
Endowed with countless fruitful blessings
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