Gat the itch and rattled off a few poems and just thought I'd share.
Enjoy
Thunder
Slate gray breezes
Flapping foliage
Waves in the grass
May may not be the gentlest of months
And June will be hot.
Fixated on the frost she pouts
The brightness below belies its presence
What to do, what to do
Accept or deny, accentuate or conceal
In twists and waves it cascades over shoulders and down her back
He sees not what troubles her
He is blinded by the fire below the frost.
The light of truth
Throws shadows of intent
Past deeds been done
For reasons unclear
The Big Picture yet unfinished
As painters come and go
Leaving brush strokes melded
Some conservative, short, precise
Some liberal, loose, sweeping
The masterpiece in progress
The land of the free
The home of the brave
America the beautiful.
Crimson adultery
Alike & Different
Full-bodied & Biting
Smooth & Mellow
Shiraz & Merlot
I could learn to like this.
Pursed lips she reprimands him
?I don?t wanna go to bed?
Dark eyes beckon a reprieve
Even as eye lids flutter exhausted
She does not get her way
She still loves her Grampy
A tree of purple blaze
But came one spring a wicked gale
That other trees did raze
That brutal wind proved much too strong
The tree trunk?s innards shattered
Its life did seep from fractured bark
Its leaves hung torn and tattered
Despite best efforts done in vain
The tree was brought to naught
Left only there were sucker limbs
Protruding from its stalk
Bent and braided into one
Tied upright they grew
Now again we have that purple blaze
Our lost tree born anew.
Sipping his Mocha Latte by the window of the Perfect Cup
Cherub faced boy stares into his furrowed face
Doing his best to incite a smile
Tiny feet propelling him in circles around the coffee house
As the level in his cup drops
The lines in his face soften
As the cherub bounces gleefully behind couch and chair, hide and seek
Despite himself he cannot help but smile
Whether the sweetness of cherub or beverage one cannot be sure
But the grin on his face takes years off his look.
Poetry anyone?
by Thunder Rider 5 Replies latest jw friends
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Thunder Rider
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SheilaM
Good Stuff my dear
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SheilaM
btt
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Big Tex
Fixated on the frost she pouts
The brightness below belies its presence
What to do, what to do
Accept or deny, accentuate or conceal
In twists and waves it cascades over shoulders and down her back
He sees not what troubles her
He is blinded by the fire below the frost.This was my favourite. I like the turn of the phrase: "The brightness below belies its presence". I like the way that rolls out.
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Thunder Rider
Thanx Chris
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jgnat
I like this
The Big Picture yet unfinished
As painters come and go
Leaving brush strokes melded
Some conservative, short, precise
Some liberal, loose, sweeping
The masterpiece in progressIt could be the artist in me. I use both broad and conservative in the same painting, tightening up in the expression of a face, sweeping away to give the whole picture flow. I like the idea of many generations of people adding to the painting. It is like the picture of civilization, which has a life of it's own now, one generation investing it's creativity for the next to build on. If there are many artists contributing to the big picture, could there also be a Grand Artist conducting the flow?