Remnants of Summer

Her voice,
the fresh raspberries
sink into her lips.

Her hand,
a sugar-coated lemon
squeezing not a drop of juice.

Her forehead,
dry walnut parchment
reflected in a blue water sky.

Her life,
peaches clinging to a tree
its scent its own worst enemy.

Redemption Song

A Compilation of Song Titles

It’s just a matter of time,
Broken wings
Sailing
A memory,
Like a prayer.

Days of thunder
Walkin’ away,
Guilty
Always and forever.

Ebony and ivory
Upside down
Lately, I feel fine
We can work it out

Shaky isles
Frail grasp on the big picture
Two doors down
Starting over again
Light of a clear blue morning.

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Hourglass

 

The golden sand falls,

onto the polished glassy floor.

 

Raindrops continue to pour,

down from your dim blue eyes.

 

Snow covers the floor around us,

Softly, Gently, almost Sweetly.

 

Wails fill our ears,

Piercingly, Painfully, almost Bitterly.

 

While red lilies continue to bloom  around you,

I am unable to stop them from growing.

 

The golden sand falls,

onto the frozen glassy floor.

 

Deep blue water drags me,

to the bottom of the big lake,

to the depth of the darkness,

filled with my sorrow.

 

Coldness of your hand penetrates deeply,

into my tormented heart.

 

I can see my reflection,

in your eyes that are now glazed over,

and the sand had finished piling.
The time had run out.

 

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Dear Nature

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Dear Mother Earth,
Sorry for cutting down all your trees
You really missed them
Their branches draped with thick green leaves
Reached out to you as they fell
But you couldn’t do anything to ease the pain

Sorry for polluting your rivers and streams
You never saw them clean again
The waves reached out to you with slippery hands
Drenched in bitter tears
But nothing you did could help them

Sorry for killing your animals
You wished to hear their calls again
Your eyes brimmed with tears as you saw them struggle
Losing an everlasting battle
You turned away in shock and sadness

Sorry Nature
Being strong is difficult
And you collapse under immense pressure
When everything seems lost
I hope you might see a glimmer of hope

Sorry for causing pain and trouble
Please do not desert us
Because we need you
Without you we shall perish
Yet when we perish you recover and benefit

Million

Green walks on black and white,
a sprout emerges from newspaper.
On the lonesome canvas
dried with the smell of
rotting bark,
a branch strokes the
sprout’s sides,
green veins shake,
roots tense marking their place.

From the canvas,
none can see any but ebony
streaked with a muted white,
The speck of green
barely visible,
protected from the prying eyes
of the paintbrush.

The palette wears only navy and charcoal,
contrasting the oak wood,
shivering,
longing for warmth.

On the easel edges,
A million candle wicks point skyward,
kissing the dark horizon.
Light and warmth
scrape the surface of the art
four letters
ink themselves into scrabble letters.

H O P E
A million sprouts
emerge from the gallery,
one for each of the million
candles.

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via Daily Prompt: Hopeful

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Flee The Sky – A Tanka

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Shadows stain asphalt,
roads tainted with silhouettes,
light consumed by dark,
salt crystals masked by ebony,
till night, when Sun flees the sky.

Tankas are five-line poems originating from Japan, though in a short time, they have become popular in English poetry too. Like haiku, its shorter poetic counterpart, the tanka’s short structure means that precise word choice and painting a picture in the reader’s mind is at the forefront of writing in this style.