A CANOPY

A BEDROOM
The sun peeks through
a canopy of leaves.
A blanket of flowers
covers and protects me.
They shelter me with
their petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green
touch my skin.
The perfect spot for the weary.

 (Source: travel-story)

 

 

The sun peeks through

a canopy of leaves.

A blanket of flowers 

covers and protects me.

They shelter me with

their petals of pink.

Sheets of softest green

touch my skin.

The perfect spot for the weary.

 

 

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WHAT DO WE NEED?

mountaineous: Punch-Drunk Reverie | Tula Top

 

What do we need?

Perhaps, a stream of water.

Some mountains.

Sunshine.

Flowers.

Birds chirping.

We require little

to survive.

Yet the world provides us

with so much more.

FACES TO THE SKY

1 Faces to the sky

 

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.

 

 

 

TAKE ME TO PARADISE

 

Our imagination entices us.
It takes us to new places.
With our minds,
We can explore the world.

 

A door stands before me,
Hiding its own secrets.
I will cross its threshold
With eyes wide open.

The door opens to flowers and sunshine.
Lounge chairs on the hot sand.
The sun shining on the ocean,
Revealing palettes of blues and greens.

A perfect paradise waits for me.
A bathing suit lies across a chair.
Time for a swim and a tan.
A beautiful escape.

 

STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

PINK FANTASY

Pink Castle

PINK FANTASY

I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees.
A pink hue cast on all.

Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.

Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And flirty stares cast their way.

Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

STOP TO SMELL THE FLOWERS

Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont

 

A walk down a country road,

not knowing what it may hold.

Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,

walking fast is no easy feat.

I need to get home to make dinner,

I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.

But I need to slow down and breath the air,

as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.

My steps follow the white picket fence,

the other side makes me cold and tense.

The huge dog jumps high in the air,

his eyes white dots in his black hair.

He whimpers and walks closer to me,

his dark eyes as wide as can be.

He lifts a large paw to the gate,

as I slow down my frenzied gait.

I stop in place to pet his head,

I know I have just made my bed.

I will now be home late for dinner,

but the dog knows I’m still the winner.

I have stopped to smell the flowers,

I’m refreshed with super powers.

I race home with new resolve,

no more time puzzles to solve.