THE PERFECT MELODY

THE PERFECT MELODY The air is heavy. Clouds roll in. The sky grows dark. You hear the first drops. The water pounds on the roof. A staccato melody of its own. Pound, pound, pound. Tap, tap, tap. Rain washes our streets. Clears our minds. A new day...

 

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.

 

 

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NATURE HAS SPOKEN

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Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

The sky turns black in fear.

Our town is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

THE DEAD GAME

WHITE COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY

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From inside my dark room,

I watch the clouds drift by.

Puffy, white cotton balls

dotting the blue sky.

Dare I leave my safe haven

and venture outside?

I’ll wait until tomorrow

as they float on by.

 

SUNSHINE FOR ME

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A dark and gloomy day.

I’m tempted to say, “Hey,

I’m here on vacation, you see,

I only want sunshine for me.”

 

The clouds are moving past.

They’re moving kind of fast.

Maybe the sun has listened to me.

A great day it will finally be.

FLYING HIGH

 

What does it feel like to fly,
Lifting off to reach the sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.

All alone and way up high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?

I want to fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
Over the water, I go.
It would make a great show.

NO PAINTING REQUIRED

 

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet at the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of the purest white

to rise 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 to diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

A FIGHT

coiour-my-world: “ Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr. Grand Cayman ” A sizzle lights up the night sky. Followed by thunder up so high. The black clouds rumble in dismay. Crumbling like figures of clay. Red soon joins the purple light. Gearing up...

Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.

Grand Cayman

 

A sizzle lights up the night sky

Followed by thunder up so high.

The black clouds rumble in dismay,

Crumbling like figures of clay.

Red soon joins the purple light,

Gearing up for a loud fight.

The sea’s quiet below,

Keeping its head down low.

We are in for a charged night

As nature gears for a fight.

 

THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DARK FOE

Dark day
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Night drifts closer.

Black replaces blue.

Clouds fall slowly.

A dark day for you.

 

Grey clouds soak the pink.

The waves hit the shore.

I know what you think.

You can’t take much more.

 

Truth is hard to bear.

Our town lost its glow.

Nightwalkers are here.

Lost to the dark foe.

 

THE DEAD GAME