Discourse Poem. Mist
Outside, once again, the day
Only pretends to have come.
Oh, yes, of course, our beds were left and
I do see it must be that
The sun rose — because the trees extend
Their stark branches visibly between here
And some lighter tone than night —
But were I dipping my brushes
To a palette to choose a color
For this sky, I would be opting
Somewhere near a mourning dove-gray
And a translucent mouse-white.
The true horizon lies unclear beyond
Unfalling mist with no lights able
To blink through.
The diary of Beauty for this despairing
Year marks the day as another loss.
There is no “but only” in this scenario,
For it leaves us only with wishing otherwise, or
Turning inward
To seeking the blue skies of the soul.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 12/16/2020h
Thanks be to God
Categories:
unfalling, children, rainforest, weather,
Form: Free verse
The glaring sneering Sun has
Beat me down to the pavement.
The hot the heat
The flaring has won.
The. Violent engagement beastly
Perspiration beseigement
Beaming steaming gleaming
Dazed AMAZED seeking shade
From deathly rays.
Prone to bemoan the scorching
Phase of days of UNFALLING RAIN
Nick named SMOKRD AND turned
FIRE STARTER SUN
Churned and burned
Categories:
unfalling, anxiety, fire, grief, rain,
Form: Sonnet
love is the oil of commitment and the chains of trust
fear me ,when the bondage is broken
anguish toungues always spit hatrid and the salva contains doubts with insecurties
my unfalling love is pure with the heavenly scent of pactience and peace
cruxifix my body but my soul is everlasting,pierce my heart but all shall bleed pain
and heartache
doubts are misleading paths
honor me and i will show you the unfailing love of the holy spirt
Categories:
unfalling, educationlove, me,
Form: I do not know?