A touch of sunshine
A dash of azure
This poem wanders into
A bright day
Eyes are viewing
The same scenes as yesterday
Only one bird led the chorus
At daybreak shrill and right
What of sunset
Will there be a touch of gold
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I used a grackle image from google to compose this image at picsart ©gillenacox2024
the carnival is over
loud music
no longer harangues
the neighbourhood
no lilacs here but
a grackle on my wall has its say
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Words On A Wall At A Ruins
Once; when the world danced
In riots joy
A feathered headdress lurked
Waiting to hurl a signal
The way a drum throbs
Life into meaningful dreams
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#fiction #ficticious place
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 REVISIT TO READ THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 430 HAPPY FEBRUARY TO ALL |
HOT DRY HEAT
The flowers bloom,
Obvlious of the heat,
The hardy ones;
Like bougainvillea,
And ixora.
The sky is bright,
A blue sky for sure,
Cumulus; like bagged
Cotton candy at a fair,
The flowers bloom.
Some with thorns,
Some without,
Isn't life like that,
For those pretty ones?
The sky is bright.
You just have to look up;
What is it about azure,
The colour of wonder,
And of blooms,
Some with thorns.
Like barbed wire,
Keeping out,
And sometimes keeping in
Screams, even when
You just have to look up.
Those fearless birds,
Tired of chirping,
Sit and rest;
Some even preen on lines,
Like barbed wire
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