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Brilliance of liquid gold
Speckled with glitter and stars
Arresting the celestial plafond
A touch of Neanderthal aesthetics
Modern and ancient air
Fusing under the beauteous sky
It was as simple as
turning off a light, or
crushing a bug.
He realized early
that reality had
a brutal side;
band aids didn't
stick to his heart
so he checked out;
he disassociated with
the scenery around him,
and created a kinder
world, with no
brutality or cruelty.

And then one day
he built a
sailboat made of
cardboard and silk,
and just sailed away.
There were no
shadows as he
smiled at the
putrid, bright sun.
 Sep 2021 WendyStarry Eyes
BTW
Quality of Life
24 September 2021

Quality of life.
Some like peace, some conflict
I like the choice.
~
Gliding along
The edge of night
Voiceless
In their sorrow
Silent in the wake
Of remissive waters

Their call
Their beckoning
A flare
To the soundless heavens
Quiet in the assured
Expectation of faith

~
Inspired by Sarita Aditya Verma and her poem "The Journey."

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4110887/the-journey/
Stepping out from under its shadow,
basking in the light

Morning returns what yesterday stole
—memory taking flight

(Kayenta Arizona: September, 2021)
Lady waits by pier
her heart full of anxiety
when will he return?

Under the blue cloudless sky
White doves and pigeons
Flap wings and fly

Heritage domes, rustic brown
Stand clear of dust and sand
Glorious, withstanding every storm

Motor boats painted blue and green
Sharp the curvature, folded hands
Bow to the rising waters in the sea

Stillness of the silence
Clearly felt in the sound of the flapping wings
Broken leg, the bird could fly once
There are no skies any bluer
Nor truth any truer
Green any greener
Nor cool morn ever cooler
Or new Autumn pasture ever newer .....
Copyright September 25 , 2021 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
summer will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in
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