I painted my dreams–
They reached to the moon,
Yearning and stretching
In violet and blue.
They got caught on the trees,
Shredded and torn,
Scattered like mist,
All gone by the morn.
Tonight I look up
Through pitiless dark
And find my old dreams
Glittered with stars.
~*~
Poetry form: rhyming quatrains.
Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
Image from Lovethispic.
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Like a reprieve
Comes the soft morning breeze;
An unwrinkled sheet between us,
Bisecting yet connecting
Blazing dreams
And cold quotidian chores.
We’re given a chance once more
To drift weightlessly,
Aimlessly,
In apricot-tinged hope
On an undemanding tightrope.
The thin glimmer of
Love’s gold shimmer
Becomes a carousel of birdsong
In this rose-petaled dawn.
Almost here,
Almost there—
We toss our hearts in the air,
Suspended,
Unrepentant.
One last shuddering streak—
Violet periwinkle pink—
Soon dissipates
In the bright eye of day.
~*~
Poetry form: free verse.
Image source Pixabay.
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I dreamt I was the moon, distant and translucent, and you were my divine horse, my Pegasus.
You sailed over the pink pearl seas, steady as a heartbeat. Lavender dawn unfolded as you flew on, silken wings playing the rhythm of our love song.
You never left me crying in the mortal night, not when I was the moon, surrounded by eternal skies and tended to by stars. You forgot to bring lightning to the gods; that’s how enraptured you were.
Your devotion drifted through me like a cloud, its angelic mist the softest shroud, no use to me now.
~*~
Image from Pixabay.
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It’s been a good month of sunsets
Outside the conference room window,
Splashing down behind the old Hyatt–
A riot of violet, indigo, crimson.
As the days lengthen
And storms malinger,
The sky waits for my drive home,
Candy striping on my commute–
Watermelon, apricot, grape.
I stop at the fairgrounds
To take a shot of butterscotch
Streaking out of sight.
Summer will soon push them later,
After I’m inside for the night.
I tire early now;
One day I’ll see my last.
I wonder which kind it will be–
The glorious burst of final savage color,
Or a slow unremarkable fade to black?
~*~
Image is mine.
Poetry form: free verse.
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