I watched from the background
The very existence of such a powerful being was overwhelming
What was your secret
What did you process that others did not
What happened to allow your evolution
Those enormous accomplishments stunned the heavens
Created a space so improved, perfected and large
Wow is all I got left...
Wait, where are we
Have we reached our destination or are we at the fringe
Brian Hill - 2019 # 222
I've been watching too many space shows...
Oh, the colour and shape,
I observed this morning,
Oh, the eyes I prize the most.
Just having been woken up,
Hue of almond colour,
Just shaped like almond.
And the eyes belong to myself only.
My HP Poem #1056
The narrative begins at a point in time,
Somewhere adrift at open seas
Where polymorphic abstractions surfaced
The blends of life,
Dancing and prancing along these envisioned
Splash of color there
Dash of color here
A visage of refraction on the fringe
Of her hair: A path
In ambiance we once strolled
This path to elliptical essences
Green, green, green, red,
Hypnotized in fervor, but alone I lapsed
Into pages of scores
She, my lore to
Dimensional shifts of dreams and open doors
That I once wished to stroll through
Along with her
But now I smoke in absence of her exhale
Her spliff to my lungs: distant and regretful.
The Swing Set to me is what The Thinking Chair is to Steve.
i imagine i watch you,
through the afternoon
your hem dances,
sings the rhythm of your feet,
at wonder that rushes you with small hands
you drink it in to give yourself
there is a gull-down sadness folded in your beauty
a blue tenderness in the lilt of your wrists
a lock of hair to lift from your cheek
and those brown eyes
— The End —