The sky glows red
with anger.
It shrieks thunder.
It rains tears.
Lightning sizzles
across its angry face.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is still in command.
It shows its wrath.
Then it grows calm
and releases the blue skies.
RED SKY
blue skies
PERFECT
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brush strokes of blue and gray
to fill in the puffy clouds.
Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Each wave swell of purest white
rises from the depths of dark blue.
My fingers reach for the canvas.
My eyes travel to the brushes.
I shake my head.
No painting is needed.
No copy will diminish the essence
of a perfect summer day at the shore.
OPEN THE DOOR
OPEN THE DOOR
A door to fantasies.
To new worlds.
To new beginnings.
A life worth living.
A door to your imagination.
Where words flow like water.
Ideas ride the tides.
Stories to live by.
A door to your heart.
Love and happiness in store.
Clear blue skies for all.
Wishes set free to the wind.
A BLUE MIDNIGHT
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.
I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.
THE DEAD GAME
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A DAY AT THE BEACH
Blue ocean by younghunjung #SocialFoto
A day at the beach
So far from my reach.
I could smell the salt air
As it flows through my hair.
The white sand is so soft
As it holds me aloft.
I want to be right there
Instead of in my chair.
A PLAN
Why am I never at a place like this?
Why am I always in a dark room typing?
We all make our choices,
and I have to live with mine.
Maybe…
Too many ‘maybes’ in this world.
I need one ‘could’,
and then I’m off to the tropical island.
On the way, I’ll throw my computer
into the depths of the blue, green water.
Sounds good to me.
Sounds like a plan.
OUR OWN PARADISE
Our own paradise.
Our own slice of heaven.
Blue ocean.
Warm sun.
Soft sand.
Sea breeze.
Lapping waves.
So beautiful.
So perfect.
SUSANNE LEIST 