Pink and sallow lemonade, marmalade and tangerine…
Explodes the Alaskan expanse - a slice of apple pie.
Apt U.S.A. hurray! My fanfare-fire flowers are serene.
Listen closely to the swoosh, the Sitka sunset in the sky.
Soothing to the mind, mind you, mindlessly-aware.
What dreadful daylight masks my delightful heights.
No matter the wildlife on land and sea, there is no scare -
the city’s eyes propped up-pop at Aurora-Borealis lights.
Kayaks fill the moony-eyed twilight, oars in dreamy seas.
With no cares at all, sunset-soaked, so cool the dark.
Cool as blueberry ice…dive right in. Feel Tlinget breeze.
Meet the humpback in the clouds, and spear a shark.
I just wish I could lean upon the mountain tops.
Perhaps I can, in daydreams, when no man is looking.
I’d look around then tap my toe in puddles on rooftops;
and peak in doors and windows to see what’s cooking.
But, the place I’m drawn to as the moon turns to silk
and the stars line up like the Rockettes in New York city -
my home sweet home…I’ll never leave it - sweet milk
splashed with sighs - Sitka atmosphere, fervently pretty.
Up there, a wonderful garden
moon flowers, silvering
the sky,,,
Further away, igneous
powerful garden of the sun ...
Fire flowers crackle
without burning ... !
Beyond, right there
superb garden of lights,
flowers of all colors,
of heavenly sparkles ...
They are all magnitudes,
divine gardens
of the creator ... that we have
also a garden in us ...!
https://youtu.be/XHNhVRjVtGc
sugested song garden by donovan
EFG
Emeralds
elfin emeralds
exude earthbound energy ~
essence escaping
Fiera
fiery fireworks fun
fire flowers fauna flora ~
festive fairground fetes
Gourmand
gourmet gastronome
grumbles gets greasy gravy ~
gleeful glutton gloats
7-20-20
Let the Pens Flow – Alliteration
Sponsor: Jenish Somades
Every day I am leaping higher
Jumping from brown blocks and green pipes.
From the pluck of fire flowers steams this passion that I pursue So adamantly.
Question mark filled boxes highlighted yellow.
Flickering on and off.
The alchemy of white gloves, stomping and flipping the backs of turtles.
Small mushroom men with small feet.
Flying bullets of unusual size.
Large man eating plants.
I no longer fear the height of odd shaped trees, and small collapsing bridges.
What I fear most are the walls of empty castles.
Flying bullets and funny shaped ghost.
Soon to attack soon as I turn my back.
Lava filled pits. Huge block castles.
Torn blue coveralls. Dull and weathered black boots.
The slip of a shoe and everything I know comes to an end.
Still,
I travel land, sea, desert, space.
No matter what adversity,
In search of a princess that I love so adamantly.
No matter how long the journey
Spark’s ignition, rage of fire
Entice his mind with burning desire
Match heads grind
Sulfur lined
Burst the flames which never tire
The target chosen, his mind set
Over perfection, he loves to fret
Explosives wired
Something admired
He has built another bud, timer set
These are his fire flowers
Blooming once, burning for hours
Click bang
Laughter sang
He loves to burn this world of ours
But then all the water comes
Extinguishing his flaming drums
Smooth soft flesh
Now crispy mesh
He thinks of another flower, twirling his thumbs
He is the anarchist
Filled with twisted desire
He is the arsonist
Come on baby light his fire