A FIELD OF BLUEBONNETS

 

 

I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.

I thought to compose for them sonnets.

The sweet fragrance fills my soul

until I am again whole.

I feel tired as I smile

like I’ve walked a full mile.

I will make my bed

and lay down my head.

My thoughts drift so slow and low,

somewhere over the rainbow…

FACES TO THE SKY

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Faces to the sky.

Lift them way up high.

Smiles so bright and wide.

You’ve nothing to hide.

Yellow hair to the sun.

It’s time to have some fun.

Long, green leaves clap to the song.

This morning, nothing is wrong.

Deep roots rumble in the ground.

To a beat, you’ve lost and found.

A field of dancers shakes the earth.

I watch as I bubble with mirth.

 

 

 

NO WAY OUT

 

 

Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness buries me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only the faces of daisies.

 

THE DEAD love their games.

THE DEAD GAME

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A NIGHTMARE BECOMES HELL

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Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness succumbs me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only daisies and more daisies.

THE DEAD love their games.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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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.

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