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A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS
A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS
Follow me
Through the bright colors.
Run to the others.
Where crayons reach the sky.
Climb the pile up high.
Beyond the
Cotton balls stuck above,
The flutter of a dove.
Lake water is shining crystal clear,
A perfect reflection of a deer.
To the beat of
The winged creatures in the sky.
As they dance the tune up high,
Flying close to the ball of fire,
Their wings take them higher and higher.
Come closer and see
What my imagination has wrought
With little or no prior thought.
A scene of beauty, my dear,
Has made it all crystal clear.
THE PERFECT MELODY
The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.
NEW BEGINNINGS
The rain falls in a constant rhythm,
A soothing and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches weigh down with water,
Dripping tears for the absent sun.
Flowers lift their faces for washing,
Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.
The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,
As the sun returns to herald its return.
A new day dawns around us,
New beginnings for our slice of paradise.
WALK THE LINE
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The line is straight and clear.
Any misstep
can create abject fear.
Walk the narrow line with great care.
A deviation
can end the life you hold so dear.
BLURRY
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter patter.
Rain drops falling.
I want to see the sun.
I want the fog lifted.
I want to see clearly again.
ALONE
Alison Scarpulla
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.
A DROP OF WATER
A DROP OF WATER
A drop of water.
A drop of nature.
A drop of life.
Clear.
Yet complicated.
Light.
Yet detailed.
Hanging.
By a thread.
Enticing.
To the eye.
So is nature.
So is life.
BLURRY
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter patter.
Rain drops falling.
I want to see sun.
I want the fog lifted.
I want to see clearly again.
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A FIELD OF POPPIES
A field of poppies.
Tempting as they may be.
I cannot yield to them.
My head would be clouded.
My thoughts floating away.
A day of fantasies and dreams.
I must hold steadfast.
And walk away.
Keep my mind clear.
For thoughts I hold dear.
SUSANNE LEIST 