We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.
As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.
As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.
Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started out right.
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Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse
Categories:
stepwise, dark, emotions, humor, mental
Form: Rhyme
White sand cascades in a wee washed-up jelly jar.
Shiny on its side, stepwise tumbling as a child turns it.
Boy’s curious mind reveals a tiger’s eye, rhodonite,
Snowflake obsidian, red jasper and quartz midst sand.
In reverse play, stones look like sleds on a snowy slope.
Slow reveal of each prize mesmerizing and calming.
11/22/2021
Line Gauthier’s BITE SIZE POEM no27
Categories:
stepwise, child, imagery, simple,
Form: Free verse
Turtle
slowly goes,
slowly comes
slowly arrives ...
it walks
life
stepwise,
it lives life ...
why hurry,
reach the demise?
without having lived ...?
yet ...?
Categories:
stepwise, allegory, allusion, inspiration, journey,
Form: Free verse
Naturally caring to women with masculinity so pristine
I own the road, yet they squeeze through the bridle path
I have found my peace but nature envies me,
allowing God’s craft to be an inevitable punishment.
No honeycomb is invisible to admirers
his love for me comes with such consequences.
‘I love you’ from me, but one out of a thousand more confessions.
He has completely pledged to me, yet I suffer rough justice
they display so much submission like a script from voo-doo.
On women, his charisma plays a successful ponzi scheme,
geometrically, they increase, I fear and pray for a flatline,
these numerous uncontrolled love is an insidious problem
I have barked but to remain more toothless.
Three is a crowd but a hundred is infirmity
hope is the fuel to patience, my engine
I’ll hold his hand tightly to resist theirs stepwise.
Categories:
stepwise, boyfriend, conflict, fear, feelings,
Form: Free verse