When the sun discolors the yellow
the sky becomes heavy
life colored of blue...
dark and gloomy days... !
Darkness comes upon us in play,
some brief interlude midday,
where the sky turns blackened from the gray.
And in the yard's quick environmental fall,
hide away all creatures great and small
slipping into shaded crevices at the pall.
The sky so brilliant blue an hour ago
discolors hues to paint the sky in blacker indigo
while a hush falls to still and quiet life's quickened flow,
and on the trunk of the great and mighty oak
cries a squirrel calling to unseen hiding folk.
We wait, patient in the stillness of the pale
assured by technology the world does not fail;
it is but a momentary lull
when the moon passes bold and full
before the sun's earlier radiant glow
and an eclipse is is clearly understood.
The beauty though begins to mesmerize
drawing us in to all that in nature lies;
a universe beyond our human dreams
carries on without man to intervene
and God alone has complete control unseen.
What to do
What to say
Jump in my car
I’ll run away
From all the confusion
All the craziness
Yet all the insanity
Leave, away
Tank’s nearing “E”
Out of money
A growl deep in my belly
Reminds me again
I pull to the roadside
Cars pass without
A glance
The caution lights
Throw an eerie glow
No music, no ears
Only silence
I ran
But my thoughts, my past
Still followed from behind
Dancing in my car
Around my head
They utter words, phrases
My scream fills the air
I look at my hands
See what I’m holding
The clay discolors my skin
I mold, then destroy
It’s temporary existence
How I wish my life
Were this easy
I could make it however
Then erase it
And start again
But my life’s not that pliable
There’s no erasing and redoing
My thoughts bounce off my head
Step out of my car
Slam the door
On my fears
And walk
Once again away
From it all
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