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.

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.

STARRY NIGHT

LAST TREE STANDING

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.

The cries of animals dying.

Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.

Fewer trees dot the landscape.

Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.

Mankind has marked the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

DOUSE THE FIRE

Source:

 

 

DOUSE THE FIRE

It simmers and brews.

It comes to a quick boil.

Hot steam escapes the cracks.

A whistle fills the moist air.

A fire too late to be extinguished.

A flame too unwilling to be leashed.

An explosion rips through the surface.

Heated words spew forth.

Sweet nothings won’t curb the flames.

Apologies too late in coming.

Anger has reared its head.

Water won’t douse the fire.

CASTLE IN THE SKY

 

 

CASTLE IN THE SKY

The castle in the sky,
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
I want to go there.
Let free my long hair.
Water flows by my feet,
Such a miraculous feat.
A violin at my feet, 
But the water appears deep.
As it parts for me.
I walk through the sea.
The castle in the sky.
Oh my, oh my, oh my.