THE PERFECT PARADISE

oasis bedroom

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The perfect oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

 

THE DEAD GAME

A PERFECT OASIS

sunset thru palm trees

 

Palm trees waving in the breeze.

Blue-green water for me, please.

 

White sand sparkles in the sun.

Tourists frolic and have fun.

 

A perfect oasis for the elite.

Many celebrities you might meet.

 

The night brings icy winds

and demons’ deadly sins.

 

Dark shadows descend on the town.

My life has turned upside down.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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ROLLING WAVES

 

 

The waves roll to shore

With a bang.

A barrage of water

To lift the debris,

To clear the way.

For The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist

 

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IN THE NIGHT

Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016
Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016
Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016

Julieanne Kost | Website –  Aerial Photographs, 2016

 

 

IN THE NIGHT

They come in the night,

footsteps in the sand.

They climb through windows

to visit the sleeping.

They take recruits

while others rest in peace.

In time for the morning sun,

the footsteps are gone.

THE DEAD GAME

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RED IN ITS ANGER

 

 

The storm approaches the shore.

A spray of water hits my face.

The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.

Palm trees sway and bend.

The sand ripples

from the increasing wind.

Birds flee for safety.

Waves crash against the rocks.

The sky darkens to red in its anger,

raining tears across the land and sea.

When will it end?

Once the sky calms,

the sun will shine.

The birds will return.

The tantrum will be over.

I WALK

 

 

Purple sprays my face.

Orange blinds my eyes.

Ice coats my toes.

Salt whips my hair.

I shut my eyes and walk.

My heels dig into the wet sand.

I move deeper into the water.

Waves attack my shivering body.

I waver for a moment.

Then I continue my journey.

I slit my eyes open.

The sky burns red.

The sun has lowered its face.

I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.

Time to return to the shore.

Or not.

I continue to walk.

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

Puffy clouds appear far and few

In the aqua sky so brand new.

I sink deeper into the white sand,

My heart beating like a marching band.

 

If I close my eyes tight,

will I see paradise this night?

It takes me back to the time

When everything had been fine.

 

Fantasy, I beseech thee.

Return me so I can roam free.

Take me back to the shore.

Where I’d been happy before.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

ponderation:

Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

 

Calm blue waters.

Pink sand.

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.

From their roots, they fly.

From their anchors in the sand.

A puff of wind

and they’re gone.