REFLECTIONS

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Sky Explosion (by drxgonfly)

 

 

Reflections from above

surround me like a glove.

Hues of purple and pink

make me ponder and think.

I lift my face high

to the starry sky.

What is the reason I am here?

Why do I live my life in fear?

Questions in my mind

seek what I can’t find.

A shooting star streaks by.

“Is this my answer?” I sigh.

A bird perches near my arm.

I jump in fear and alarm.

Its black eyes stare back at me

and with a wink, it flies free.

I am alone with the night

with the moon at its full height.

My fear falls away like a cloak.

I begin to cry with a choke.

The bird has shown me a place

where I can reveal my face.

 

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THE GREEN

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“Gondolier” by Igor Zenin

 

 

The clouds brush the water.

Pink blends with green.

The crooked tree prays.

But it can’t be seen.

 

A rower drifts alone,

Held aloft by the green.

A fantasy world held close.

But it can’t be seen.

THE WATCHFUL EYE

 

 

The beauty.

The colors.

The design.

The fine details.

The watchful eye.

No picture can be painted

or statue created

to capture

this perfection,

this awe-inspiring wonder.

Here’s to the creator.

TICKLE MY TOES

 

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TICKLE MY TOES

 

They tickle my toes.

They line up in rows.

Oh! What can they be?

A starfish or three?

The water has a pink shine.

Too many colors to rhyme.

Red for my long, long hair.

Orange fish who swim near.

Yellow for the rays of the sun.

Blue for the water that’s so fun.

I can stay here the whole day.

The seagulls have come to play.

The birds circle around me.

Yes! It’s the best place to be.

MAGIC

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MAGIC

 

The new spring blooms colors.

But who even bothers

to breathe the sweet air?

I don’t have a care.

My car fails to start,

a walk in the park.

I raise my small hand.

Gone is the quicksand.

I race down the hill,

a heavenly thrill.

Shocked faces turn to me.

Only houses I see.

 

TOUCH THE RAINBOW

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TOUCH THE RAINBOW

 

I take the winding path shaded in red

instead of hiding in my comfy bed.

 

The road widens and narrows its scope

as it weaves away from any hope.

 

Blood red threatens the night sky

as laughter follows me high.

 

Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet

as I walk the road of shame and defeat.

 

Why cannot life take the high road?

I ask if I may be so bold.

 

Ahead I see a bright light

as I rise with all my might.

 

I run toward the rainbow in my mind

in the colors and hues, I hope to find.

ALONE WITH NATURE

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Alone with nature

a feeling like no other.

A sky filled with birds,

fuschia with the setting sun.

Sea breezes wrap around me,

cocooning me in their mist.

Life stands still for this picture,

a glimpse of heaven above.

COLOR MY WORLD

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Color my world in shades of pink,

so long as I don’t have to think.

Brush more color in strokes of blue,

so I don’t have to think of you.

Add a mist of dark green

until I’m ready to scream.

Throw more colors at me,

but I know what I’ll see.

A world faded to black

until I get you back.

FILLS MY MIND

 

 

The view fills my mind,

Soothes my soul,

Brings me inner peace.

The sweet aroma of flowers

Tingles my nose,

Draws me closer.

The sea air brushes my face,

Salts my skin,

Leaves cold footprints.

I’m running,

Eyes wide open,

Face to the sun.

I’m here

In the paradise

Of my imagination.

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

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AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

Nature leaves an artist’s imprint

on all that it reaches.

Waves of the ocean can appear

in the coldest reaches.

Nature’s colorful palette

extends from the sky to beaches.

We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,

but we must listen to what it teaches.