city towers gleam
chasing ever restless sky.
dreams climb higher than
the steel that holds them.
And as my final act of love,
I would forgive myself,
Give myself the freedom we never had.
I will let our tulips wither, and let the ferns bloom in time.
Color my slate-grey skin pink, for silver offers no solace, its poison veiled in guile.
I will be the blue we dreamt to sink into.
And you will be the amber sun that burns.
And as the skyline kindles and the sky grows crowded with clouds,
I will meet you at the horizon, hidden in a shroud.
Dried love, my eyes still searching for your face,
my tongue stiff, still trying to pronounce your name.
He awoke to a powdered donut skyline
Silent trees draped in gossamer veils
Danced in a shimmering rhythm
A cold sun slid across the horizon
Sunrise a mere reflection of itself
Teased the hoar frost curls of idle winds
His coffee cooled in still consternation
As he was consumed by a powdered donut skyline
Going nowhere in circles,
at 0.9 km/h with no stops in-between,
32 numbered capsules,
except (superstitiously) 'unlucky' thirteen.
George Ferris is the name
of the man to be cursed,
for it's he who's to blame,
as his was the first.
On the skyline, towering over the town,
the city's pageantry and history,
a blot, a blemish built, an affront to the Crown,
an as yet unsolved mystery,
as to why, despoiling the view,
and to underscore that which I deplore,
England's most popular tourist attraction,
is now the London Eyesore!
In the city's darkened veil
Where shadows dance and dreams fail
I search for the ghosts of my past
Echoes of love that didn't last
The midnight skyline stretches wide
A canvas of stars, where hearts reside
I see the silhouettes of what's been
Memories etched, like the city's skin
In this urban wilderness, I roam
A stranger in the night, without a home
Yet, in the darkness, I find a spark
A flame that flickers, a light in the dark
Chicago skyline will be wiped off the belly of the earth tonight.
Take photos now, for you will never again see this sight.
Tourists took out their Brownies and snapped quickly away.
I like to frighten them sometimes, especially on a Friday.
First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and savour August rare days
Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds
Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind
Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit
Chicago skyline will be wiped off the belly of the earth tonight.
Take photos now, for you will never again see this sight.
Tourists took out their Brownies and snapped quickly away.
I like to frighten them sometimes, especially on a Friday.
Harlequin skyline
is playing a joke on you;
Those tears won’t nourish.
hue of afternoon
when the twilight curtain falls -
flamingo feathers
~
31/01 - 2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Silent voices
traveling through uncertain dreams!
Have you ever seen the sky
during the evening prayer?
The colors of the water lilies
glowing in refection on that still pond water.
An open-ended story of an eternal time!
Where standstill time enchants the paintbrush strokes!
Time that does not define the everyday coffee mug
There are many more colors , yet to be born
in fatigues, in leisure time.
The sunset that, the twilight hue
stories scattering through a nomadic skyline!
First thing after awoke
I push out the window
To see the weather
To recieve my first ray of sunshine
Hoping it's a fine weather
White clouds blue sky
Reddish flowers
Soft wind
Bustle and rustle in the bushes
Clear in view
The faraway mountain the faraway sea
The road to the end of the skyline
Meeting my dearest sunshine
Before a strenuous day starts
As though you are my only sunshine
Forever shining in the sky
Crimson skyline, daylight exhales
That we may feel contrast
Are we calm, as darkness assails
Knowing night too won’t last
As life hues thus renew
Our heart like morning dew
Fragrance of love does spew
To death resign
Crimson skyline
11-November-2021
Quietus
I look, I stare and I wait
until your eyes meet my own
and my heartbeat skylines all the way up
you look away, I come back down
and I stay put expecting another hit
one more glimpse of blue
another taste
of sky.
Chasing fall colors
trees blaze fiery brilliance
leaves my eyes breathless
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