with hope and light beneath enchanted magical trees turned heavy white on a river side of sandy beige a happy face of golden egg-less yolk shining in the sky of cyan
to have a sunny day of orange in the winter of grey blue sky warming my heart of red on a cold day rainbow birds chirping songs of love silver breeze flowing cold and steady unable to consume the warmth from my brown eyes
as I go blind with the light of your pale face so perfectly encompassed between the curls of inky black and maroon lace and your pink smile adding colour to the blank canvas of my mind you're so beautiful!
what I see is a wonderful artistry of nature that is skilfully crafted with perfection colours and words find difficult to give it expression how your precious pearls of sapphire placed gently inside the seashells that draws me in & I can't resist to dive within
so all I want is to drown and be lost in their depths while I keep looking at you until the azure ether wraps itself in a mahogany hue and the day drapes a coat of starry dust in coal
Don't Bring Me Flowers that will dry away. Bring Me Balloons that can fly away!
written in 2009 - :) I thought I end the year with an older poem and flying colorful balloons. Feel free to bring me flowers though! :D Happy New Year!
My eyes leaking with salt water Pain in my chest A ball of clay jammed in my throat I reach for you when I know You are not there I take your memory and rip it apart Then scramble for the pieces I want you here with me again Bawlin on the floor I break and let it go I push all that away from me What has been locked up inside But keep only one piece of you Always inside of me To sit and Cry
I often thought about you And your free range chickens Being happy on the land Living life free Both pecking and scraping Getting life from the dust But I didn’t know That it could never be enough Tho’ scratch might make some happy I found out too late That it wouldn’t do for you But if I could Believe me true I’d bring you chickens Instead of flowers To brighten up your room
Written for my 28 Yr. old niece on her deathbed, last year at this time. She never had much of a chance in life and her chickens were the only thing that gave her any peace. I am glad I wrote it, at least I got to see her smile.