AFTER THE STORM

 

 

The winds have taken their victims.

Tree limbs lie scattered across the grass.

A quiet descends upon the land.

Animals peek from

their hiding places.

Birds chirp in unison,

happy to be free again.

The sun will soon shine.

The clouds will clear.

The darkness will leave.

The earth regenerates itself,

preparing for the new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

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The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.

TAKE A CHANCE

 

20aliens:    ANDERS KRISÁR    The door is open.  Take the chance.  Walk through it.  Never ignore an open door.  For you never know where  it may lead. 

ANDERS KRISÁR

 

An open door waits for you.

Take a chance and walk right through.

Mist envelopes your thin frame.

Time to play a nasty game.

The fog clears, and chess pieces wait

for you to ride through heaven’s gate.

You rub your eyes in disbelief

as you sigh in happy relief.

The sun was playing with your eyes.

Now you see a rainbow of pies.

This can’t be happening, you see.

I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.

A brand new day yawns wide and clear.

I’m safe and have nothing to fear.

NEW BEGINNINGS

ESCAPE

RIDE THE TRAIN

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RIDE THE TRAIN

 

I ride the train each day.

For this, I need to pay?

 

No seat I can see.

Never is one free.

 

I hang from the strap above.

A soft sigh feels like a dove.

 

I turn my head to the side.

And do you know what I find?

 

A girl standing next to me.

One as pretty as can be.

 

She offers a small smile.

Now I could walk a mile.

 

I stand taller than before.

I am ten feet off the floor.

 

A slight smile before she departs.

I’m left happy as my day starts.

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.