My eyes see the light beyond
where humans hurry to and fro.
My eyes see the darkness inside
where humans have no pride.
They fight and attack each other
with no regard for their species.
They rant and rave over their passions
with little concern for the welfare of others.
My eyes see the good and the bad,
leaving me all too sad.
Meow.
Smouldering Heart of the Blues by ecstaticist on Flickr.
The blue sucks me in.
Velvet petals caress my face.
A buzzing bee whizzes past.
I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.
My head spins from its heady fragrance.
Lines of poetry beg to be written.
Will I yield to the blue darkness?
It’s a trap I cannot escape.
Source:Flickr / camillaskye
It waits.
Currents of ice.
Splashes of salt.
Thrashes of rock.
It waits.
Swirling.
Circling.
Endless.
The water waits for me.
Robert Bateman.
Free as the wind.
Freedom reigns clear and true.
Fly like the wind.
For the red, white, and blue.
A reflection of perfection.
Better than the original?
It moves.
It shimmers.
It elongates.
It stretches.
Distorting the original.
A reflection.
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Take me far.
Take me long.
Take me wide.
Ride like the wind.
Past borders.
Over hills.
Through valleys.
All the way to the sea.
Nostrils steaming.
Muscles bulging.
Ride like the wind.
Chair
Down the rabbit hole we go.
Far down beneath the earth’s surface.
Where The Dead wait for their savior.
Arms extended.
Reaching for us.
Mouths held open in silent cries.
As we fall farther.
Deeper.
Past the point of no return.
THE DEAD GAME
A hint of me.
A little green dab.
A dark blue stroke.
A few black lines.
That’s all you need.
Just a hint of me.
What can be better
than sitting on a bench
in the warm weather,
watching people, and
daydreaming?
Nothing.
Warm weather,
soft winds,
pretty blooms,
are all part of the
best time of year.
Welcome to spring.
Spring = Flowers.
Hope springs eternal.
Enjoy the new season!
Flowering tower.
Spring is in the air.
I feel the sun on my face.
I can smell the pie baking.
I hear the birds chirping.
I can even taste the warm
and salty air.
Bring it on.
I’m ready.
SUSANNE LEIST 