I went down by the river
just the other day
I sat on my favorite granite
as I gently caressed a kyanite
I listened to white rushers
splash against steel grey rocks
I graciously engulfed the refreshing
mist from below
Now,
Deep,
Deep inhalations
Then restorative exhalations
A peaceful calm is found
A radiant ray coyly appeared
through the pines
Now sweet melodies of Georgia
are on my mind
Categories:
rushers, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, earth,
Form: Imagism
i could use your snort-like laugh on really odd days
even capture thoughts of myself when I’m imperfect. . . and not
i might venture to mimic my own energy for the love you give away
might even try to write a longer line. . . than the one above. . . nope. . . pretty much your
smile
wild-mile-wide
keeps all things in a picture you never seem to be in
i could use your dust on those rose-color glasses that you take off the shelf
just to see rust disappear
souls and steel don’t mind much for that kind of erosion
you suck, in your choices sometimes. . . we all do
“even-steven”
i could perhaps borrow your tickled distraction of the world
for those times when weight exceeds my plea to. . . wait
the walkers and rushers here. . . do so with heads down
i could use you more around
me
i could use
you
Categories:
rushers, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse