PERFECT

bobcronkphotography:

Japanese Gardens – Portland, OR

 

The stream flows

across rocks,

reflecting the sun’s rays

along its smooth surface.

Follow the blue lights downstream.

Dip your toes into the cold splendor.

Life can be perfect.

PARADISE IS CALLING MY NAME

 

How would paradise

appear to you?

A house standing in calm water.

The scent of flowers in the air.

People strolling the clean streets.

No need to hurry.

Warm breezes.

Sun shining.

Birds chirping.

Perfect.

PERFECT

 

 

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises 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 will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

OASIS

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware as The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be.
The Dead will rise from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

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