A horse bolts
Across a distant fenced horizon,
Like a maned, muscled
Zipper,
Separating blue sky
From pastured green.
Afternoon Vision of a Horse
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A Gilded Summer Meditation in 3 Parts
1/
So many summers
Passing
Renewing
Reviewing
Repeating
A rejuvenating
Laying of a gentle
Touch and waste
To skin.
2/
Summer days,
When the heat
And the light
Shine,
rise white
on city pavement,
And persistent
memories
trick
the mind,
Without the
luxury of repetition;
Simply a lingering taste of
The summer wonder
Of green childhood.
3/
The poplars wave
And clap
A flickering Gold and green
A rustling sound
In balm of sunlit wind.
The grasses
Genuflect
Bowing tasseled
heads,
To ground,
And high up
green and
Sky bound,
Golden
Boughs sway
In overarching
Gratitude
of
The boundless brilliant sun.
This Existence
This existence is enough
To make you insane
The Beauty of it
And the pain
Only the comfort
Of each other ….
A Poetry of Flowers
Compose poetry
In a language of flowers
Each Coloured Petal
A fragile,
Delicate stroke ;
Bouquet sent
A faint scent of lily,
A hint of Gardenia,
A love of soul
ever present;
A pure and hidden secret
Beyond life.
And I
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And I
The thoughts
Of you are with me
And the ice
of your prescience no more,
Numbs me, I alone
And walking from
This strong tree
existence .
I join you
in a note of
Oblivion & shadow
Nature as small
as ladybug shade
crawling across
shoulder
To See
HE knew his time
WAS limited
nature had made it
That way…with
Only certain
windows
to see light of day
So he opened his
Eyes wide …composing
saying what he had to say
before a coming of
Eternal closing on final shrouding day
Muse Flowers
To see the beauty
Here broken open &exposed
opening like fragile petal of budding rose
Aye
That’s the rub
Without sin
Or selfish gain .. instant story
softly sweetly told
What heart, this muse
for poetry & prose .
Face Artists
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Face Artists
Face artists
in a row
painting
what is
beautiful
and given
each in an
individual way.
PWChaltas 