She has meadows in her mind;
Each new flower is an original thought.
The sun sets as beautifully as it rises;
A wonderful breeze, as crisp as the sea, dancing with her auburn hair.
I sit and watch the lapping waves in her sapphire eyes,
And for I moment i think see her-
The girl I long to be
The girl I wish was there when i looked in the mirror.
I rub my eyes as I awake,
Realizing that being the girl with meadows in her mind,
Will always be a distant dream .
Forever in my gaze;
Yet just out reach.
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Hello, Ego.
In this contest, I am to disrobe you.
Is that OK? Thanks.
What do I see?
What I expected to see—
Continued Universal Human Cluelessness.
It hides beneath the raiment of all egos.
Here is the Philosophy of Broader Survival.
It elevates your mind above cluelessness
and takes the pressure off of you.
You’re welcome.
Dappled pointless drizzled thoughts,
zephyr voices, shadow moods:
you’ve tried all kinds of games to play—
where your glance-born sunlight fits,
where your whispered meadows lay,
when the seasons autograph
your worn-out practiced smiles…
I have but eleven remaining lines
to wax poetic over you:
to sate your clueless need to shine
while posing on a cloudy ‘morn;
that blooms when basking in the dark;
that you will eventually leave behind
when I straighten-out your wayward mind
with a future mode of deeper thoughts
sitting in your lap today,
just beneath your clever lips…
I’ll then see you, disrobed, in a diorama
In a museum’s Wing of Cluelessness.
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Beauty abounds in summer meadows.
The breeze sways a mosaic of colours.
Gentle subtle choreography in unison.
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The marshy lands,the meadows green,
The miraculous creations are yet to be seen.
The nature's beauty spread around,
The swaying flowers,the chirpy sound.
The mountain peaks ,reaching the sky,
The wonderful creatures, fly free so high.
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Signs scattered here and there
The haunting sense meadows haven't been forgotten
An exercise in optimistic reverie
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Cloaked in a fitting grey suit and bow tie,
She floats like paper kites across meadows.
From a hollow in a tree, her eyes pry~
Her loud hoot startles nearby sleeping crows.
The spectral owl, with her faint, surprised look,
Watches as the crows flee into the dark.
Then silence reigns, curbed only by a brook,
And chirps of birds in the dark forest park.
Within calm meadows nestled in the hills,
The great grey owl sights frogs, snakes, and mudfish.
She floats on broad wings, drawn by hunger’s thrills~
A feast just enough to grant her one wish.
As dusk gives way to the coming sunlight,
To a hidden branch, she flew for a nap~
To await the call of another night,
And avoid the birder’s photograph trap.
Asleep in the meadows of my mind
is a dewy summer scented with rain and flowers
and a cat purring at the edge of my heart
Smokey fragrances and bulky knit feels of love
stacked up books and tomcat smiles
creatures of habit are we by ones own choice
Together we slumber at the crackle of a fire
easily led into comfort we gather our dreams
and feather them with a touch of hope...
Moonlight on meadows,
The unseen is out of the shadows,
On a tranquil night,
I feel inspired to write.
The stillness of the night is a moment in time
when nature is mystic and sublime,
A time when the night speaks,
A time when the deep reveals what’s hidden.
Twilight summons the moon,
The elements respond and are in tune,
The night takes away its veil,
Mysteries set sail.
I search the deep,
There’s a turbulence I can’t keep,
I look into the sacred books,
I anticipate redemption’s call.
The moon, a silver coin in velvet skies,
Paints the meadow with its gentle lies.
Each blade of grass, a shimmering thread of white,
Reaches up to catch the pale moonlight.
A symphony of shadow, soft and deep,
Where fireflies like tiny stars do sleep.
The air is still, a hushed and silent plea,
As dew-kissed flowers breathe in ecstasy.
The willow weeps, its branches reaching low,
To touch the earth where secrets softly grow.
An owl's soft hoot, a lonesome, haunting call,
As night descends upon the meadow's thrall.
A world of wonder, hidden from the day,
Where dreams take flight and shadows softly sway.
The moonbeam's kiss, a gentle, whispered grace,
Upon this meadow, a magical, silent space.
A field of green filled with enchanting flowers
Is illuminated in the midnight hours
Dim is his light while smiling in the dark
The marvelous moon leaves a memorable mark
His little light is subtle and skillfully suffice
Creating a romantic mood, his luminosity is precise
Like an eclipse with the sweet sun
When they kiss, they become one
The world gazes at their union admiring the moon
His dazzling glow leaves before the dawn of day too soon
In the moon's spotlight at night we enjoy sitting below
The magical moon on the beautiful Meadow
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Where meadows flush with hints of rose
Soft lavender and amber wild
That blossoms drop their silhouettes ,
Against a moonbeam's afterglow .
This regal glint carries me high
From meadow lush to summer's grace
When nothing but Luna divine
Mirrors through treetop's lambent view.
And the floral pageant ensues
Hints exploding on prairies' trail
While moonglow streams...eve's alchemy;
My heart enticed, its rapture flown!
How glory of May's lune bequiles
Enkindling inner dance and sway;
Within these soulful reveries
My prayers greet such night,bewitched.
Luna sings sweetly
when the sun goes down…
…and the stars light up against
the black velvet of the empyrean.
Others view Luna
with a judgemental frown…
…they approve only sunlight songs
in hues of yellow and tangerine.
When will we see with our hearts
and hear music with the love we hold there?
When will the ethereal light
of the moon on meadows here
be thought as beautiful
as that glaring sun of theirs?
The moonlight is gentle,
it sings to us of lovers and lakes.
Of both beneath those graceful beams,
in a boat being rocked to sleep.
It softens her features,
giving much more than it takes.
Luna in the arms of another
in the moonlight on meadows and lakes…
…Over what eternity keeps.
Red fireflies floating in air
In amber sublime floral lair
Cicada’s silver song soft in ear
Carried along blue breeze to here
Onyx owl black barn type
Predator fowl majestic in flight
Shadowy silhouette in the night
Stars that twinkle a night light
Weeds that sway a night ballet
Like lovely lullaby along the lake
And rain falls like icing on cake
Gentle and calm amazing grace
Up above is melodic moon
Eclipsing sun her handsome groom
Rabbit slumbers in grass green
Moonlight on meadows a magical dream
you dismantled my
wisteria-covered walls,
unraveling my defenses
like frayed silk...
my nights are now
painted with your kisses
soft as twilight spilling
across an oasis
in an Arabian desert...
I am lost in the
reminiscence of your rays~
the taste of sunbeams
sweet yet sharp citrus
tantalizing my tongue ...
the warmth lingering
long after the moonlight
on meadows that have faded...
but beneath this bliss
breathe a
lagoon of lemonade lies
where truth dissolves
in the tang of deceit
in the form of a mirage
as the veil slips
my exposed heart~
now bearing the
embroidery of your poetry
subtly sewn in
demure damask hues~
feels each word
as a poking plunge
of the needle
weaving through
the fabric of my being
binding me to
the memories we’ve created...
yet with every stitch,
I wonder if I am adorned
or undone~
whether this beautiful façade
Is a gift
or a curse,
f o r e v e r
trapped in
this poisonous paradise...
Stepping out into the warm morning sun to find it holding hands with the meadows
The grass and the flowers dance synchronously with each other's shadows
Elated, in watching life come alive, elevated from slumbering in their burrows
Reminded of how my happiness has risen against now long forgotten sorrows
My mind's camera is taking snapshots, I suppose
Saving to memory; how beautiful they're exhibited by each expose
Dreams of anticipation as the anchor of time pulls the sunshine to another close
What I find in tomorrow's meadow may very well eclipse what in today's has arose
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