Tag: breeze
-
Simple Beauty
You fly on an easy breeze. Slow motion wings moving with peace. Your presence makes the moment lovely for me. Landing on leaves and grass like happiness flowing to a better place. Come near me… so I can feel the hum of your day going by slowly. No need to rush. You remind me to…
-
Possible Love
I can’t love you. Cuz I don’t love me. My love is therefore partial. It’s like a pond with ripples. It ain’t that deep. But I’ll bring my hand full of water to your sea. If you take me in… So maybe I can feel something more than the love I have yet to be.…
-
Smile Anyway
We once sat on the shore or maybe But that time has passed And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles Of sun burned feet Running against the strong breeze There is no looking back No questioning yesterday Only forward movement Locked eyes fade to subtle glances Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances Time…
-
Allergies
Blushing honeysuckles sway with delight. Their push and pull is dictated by cheerful weeds. The pond nearby reflects the brilliant shine of green algae and excited fish. Flies mingle on the surface of it and play freeze tag with misquotes nearby. Johnson grass soaks up the sun’s radiance. They stand tall like wheat in a…
-
Calf
The food lives not It was cut from the root Drained of it substance It breathes no longer Seeking sunlight no more It’s days of grazing ran short It’s freedom to roam cut off While the world turned The breeze blew Days went on While life was taken to sustain another’s… The calf grew strong…
-
Unseen Love
It matters not what direction the wind blows. I feel it still. I don’t need to see it. It knocks me off stable soles. It brings a quake to uneasy knees. It is the sound of humming birds soaring against a lively breeze. I don’t need to see it to believe. Love is the same…
-
Unexpected
I can’t see you sometimes. So I feel around for the shape of your face. I sniff the breeze for the scent of your cologne. I lay soft intent to raw feelings in hopes of finding you somewhere among the clouds. My heart moves before my thoughts and I’m thinking out loud. But I am…
-
Passing On To Glory
Passing On To Glory All I hear is condolences Rolling off grief stricken tongues They hit me Like hard pebbles meant for skipping They tell the tale of a daughter Who lost her father last week Kind faces filled with sympathy towards me Are hurtful and bring no relief But through sorrow we heal together…
You must be logged in to post a comment.