PURPLE FURY

purple fury

 

purple hot

 

PURPLE FURY

The sky flashes purple and pink

amidst flashes of blue and white.

Reflected on the silvery surface

in shades of aquamarine and amethyst.

We see only a glimpse of its fury.

A quick shot of hot anger.

Don’t look away

for all too soon it will be gone.

DANCE FOR ME

DANCE FOR ME
Elevate your body through the air.
Lift up your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow down.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself high above all else.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little...

 

DANCE FOR ME

Elevate your body through the air.
Lift up your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.

Let the water flow down.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself high above all else.
Dance for me.

Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.

I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.

 

BETWEEN THE LEAVES

magic-spelldust:
“  Invited by Ted Gore
”
Light squeezes between the leaves.
Eyes to the sky serve me best.
Rays cast hot fingers on me.
Sun has passed its daily test.
The circle widens and deepens.
A place to while away the day.
I keep to its...

 

magic-spelldust:

Invited by Ted Gore

 

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast their fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

 

SIMPLE

pagewoman:
“ Brockhampton Estate, Herefordshire, England
”
There’s beauty in the simple,
in the flow of a sweeping vine,
in the perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day,
to fill you with its scent,
to entice you with its passion.
To leave you...

 

pagewoman:

Brockhampton Estate, Herefordshire, England

via n.g.s

 

There’s beauty in the simple,

in the flow of a sweeping vine,

in the perfection of a rose.

Enough to brighten a day,

to fill you with its scent,

to entice you with its passion.

To leave you with serenity.

 

A SMALL TOWN SURPRISE

A town of sea breezes, long evening walks, and colorful sunsets. A quaint Florida town with parties on the beach, friendly townspeople, and THE DEAD. No town is perfect. THE DEAD GAME Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

 

A town of sea breezes,

long evening walks,

and colorful sunsets.

A quaint Florida town

with parties on the beach,

friendly townspeople,

and THE DEAD.

No town is perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

 

STOP TO SMELL THE FLOWERS

Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont

 

A walk down a country road,

not knowing what it may hold.

Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,

walking fast is no easy feat.

I need to get home to make dinner,

I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.

But I need to slow down and breath the air,

as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.

My steps follow the white picket fence,

the other side makes me cold and tense.

The huge dog jumps high in the air,

his eyes white dots in his black hair.

He whimpers and walks closer to me,

his dark eyes as wide as can be.

He lifts a large paw to the gate,

as I slow down my frenzied gait.

I stop in place to pet his head,

I know I have just made my bed.

I will now be home late for dinner,

but the dog knows I’m still the winner.

I have stopped to smell the flowers,

I’m refreshed with super powers.

I race home with new resolve,

no more time puzzles to solve.