RED fire ball submerging,
we slip from the light
watching our shadows bloom.
A smoldering sphere,
not clean-cut, but badly drawn,
its REDNESS wobbles and fumes.
as it downs itself
still smoking a last shred of day.
For a few long moments Banshees
go silent.
Curious Giraffes stretch their necks
to sniff the freshly deceased,
as one by one
they black-out the flares
of self-rising spirits.
Another evening
in the zoological realms
of space.
The sun-swimmers flop on the beach
basking in the last RED drops.
Venus in her dressing-room,
is plugging-in her shine.
She adorns her gown
with fractals and sprinkles.
Mars goes in and out
of its dust filled hollowness,
seeking a deeper RED
to die within.
Skin still blistering with sandy itches
we head for home
ignoring the sighs of a leaking
and sullen surf.
A herd of colorful umbrellas
fold their pronged headgears
down into a dimmer,
more dusky RED decline.
Categories:
headgears, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Memory of Liberty
Ballroom entanglements of crush induce dancers,
Flouncing hem of skirt of my lady the Royal Queen,
Wavy as ocean, swiveling and sweeping in spiraling
concerto,
The sea of floating headgears bobbing up at the simms,
Footfalls on the parade paved hill tarmac of many
destinies,
Lives held in captivities in the jaws of colonial
metropolitan,
Imploding, searchlight to conquer the fun-fare frontiers,
Categories:
headgears, anniversary
Form: Free verse