What is it about the trees
That so fascinates my mind?
What is it about their branches
That makes me want to climb?
What is it about the leaves
That makes me want to paint?
What is it about the trees?
Tag: non-rhyming poetry
Summer noise
Drips and swishes
Howling dogs
Distant roaring engines
Sweaty faces
Brightest sun
Sights and sounds of summer
517 – Dry them for you
Your tears
Let me dry them for you
Your scars
Let me heal them for you
Your broken heart
Let me mend it for you
Your hands
Let me hold them
516
Here and there
I stop to wonder
Sometimes it hurts
Others it changes me
Words!!!
Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
512 – The rain
The rain falls hard
As on a tin roof
It drowns out all
But thoughts in one’s head
Things versus
Things grow
Things shrink
Things come and go as they please
Things move
Things stretch
Things are there and at once gone
They are not constant
Not strong
Nor grounded
Nor can they be relied upon
In short, they
Are nothing like
You, dear.
Ink on pages
I’m addicted
To ink
Ink on pages
I can’t get enough
Each day I need it more
And more
More ink
Hand in hand
Hold my hand and walk with me
Along the leaf-strewn path
Tell me all you have to tell
I’ll listen, rapt, to you
Teach me ev’ry corner of
Your ever-spinning mind
So I can with patience walk
And understand your tales
Walk with me through darkest night
Where moon and stars don’t shine
Let me take your heart in hand
And soothe its anxious beat
Though I am but human, I
Will love you best I can
Walk now with me; hold my hand
Life we’ll together face
After the storm
After heaven’s wrathful song
After sky’s great tears
Greens awake all o’er the ground
Blossoms open wide
Drums from heaven fade away
Presence faintly felt
Sun peeks ‘round the bright’ning clouds
And glistens in the grass
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