a trawler languors
in the silver twilight
the fish daydream
a trawler languors
in the silver twilight
the fish daydream
the sidewalk
takes the abandoned
as night falls,
streetlights dim
in the bitter cold
homeless sleep
huddled
in shades of grey…
a benchmark
sirens sound
as he walks the dark
in his amputee stump
crutches click on gravel…
bruised reveries
float on copper flecked tides….
a nomadic sea
I talk to God everyday
I know I am gonna meet Him someday
I don’t know when death will come
You live some, you die some
when it comes I will go gladly
maybe I need a change of scene badly
I know life is just a journey
That begins and ends like a tourney
will I be going to heaven or will it be hell?
In this life, of both, I have had a spell
some situations in life leave you defenseless
the tears, the heartache seem so senseless
for me, death will be another sunrise
life’s aftermath, maybe a pleasant surprise
the soul and the spirit never dies
leaves a mark when it goes, again to rise
The ‘beyond’ maybe beyond comprehension
a seventh heaven ascension
dying is going to be a transition
a new birth of spiritual fusion
serenading dawn
twittering, chirping spring’s rites~~
a fine canticle
arousing the day
from the slumber of night’s sleep~~
dulcet orchestra
rhapsodizing birds
as they teach hatchlings to fly~~
on zephyr’s wings
a mellifluous
exuberant rendition~~
nature’s symphony
It is as if the milky way had curdled
stars to ground zero hurtled
moon eclipsed, dreams squeezed
castles in the air seized
offspring crying to be saddled…
He wears his heart on his sleeve
falling in love is his pet peeve
cupid’s arrows, bows
many wild oats sows
He achieves what they concieve.
against all odds
pursuit of happiness
fate deals a harsh hand
the will to survive
together , they come out strong
child, father of man
Refulgent blossoms
Illuminating the dark.
Night efflorescence.
Petals unfurling at dusk
Blooming nocturnal orchid.
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