A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND

Icy waves ravage the shore

before returning for more.

Soaring birds ride the mighty towers,

refusing to yield to their powers.

Dolphins coast in the swells,

ignoring the death bells.

Tides hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand

with sharp claws in hand.

Momentum without end;

A force we cannot bend.

NATURE’S PERFECT MIRROR

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.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

A FIELD OF BLUE BONNETS

As I walk in a field of bluebonnets,

I desire to compose for them sonnets.

The sweet fragrance fills my soul

until I am again whole.

I’m tired, but I smile

like I’ve walked a mile.

I’ll make my flowered bed

and rest my weary head.

My thoughts drift below,

somewhere over the rainbow.

FLY HIGH

Fly HIgh

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

coiour-my-world

Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

to outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

will rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.