I accepted the challenge on Linkedin to write a new version of A Perfect Summer Day that rhymes; now, it’s a love poem.
Broad brushstrokes of blue and gray Meet to greet the perfect day. The meandering swipes of teal Mirror how you make me feel. The foaming white swells drift apart, As your kiss lingers in my heart. My fingers reach for the brush, But I tell my mind to hush. No painting needed today To capture the perfect day. Nature speaks of the time When you were only mine.
Please wash away my sorrow and pain. Let them flow down the streets with the rain, Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness, Joining others on their way past the madness.
The ocean may take them far away, To places we cannot even say, Where no one recognizes their sting Or knows the infliction they can bring.
The rain grows harder with its might, Becoming hail on this fateful night. I want to be free of all traces Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain. I stand clean and free from the pain. Shivers create a path down my spine As I wait in the dark woods of pine. I hold my head high to the wet spray. It becomes a mist of blue and gray. The faucet has been turned off for the night, Leaving me feeling clean and all so right.