The sun crashed down on my surroundings
Gleaming off of chrome
Blinded by words echoing light
I turned toward the sky
Seeing pink and red
Closing eyelids I heard the sky and its music
Birds floated far above me
They left me still in the light
To interpret the words of that gleam from chrome
A Family of Memory
Orchards and ivy long gone from view
Houses and boards creaking too
Scent and vision clouded with tears
Days of future, past, and present in fears
Family, loss, and love
In dearest form they look from above
All lost to another time
These memories of mine
had to write a poem about love and hate. I tried to mix it all into a dark ball of wax.
here goes: a murderous love
“Tell me a story”, she said looking into his eyes
I have become my story he replied.
Looking into the dark pools of his eyes she found wonder
Fascinating turns of tricks from spirits long gone
She closed her eyes to the dark heavily recessed night
In the background she felt hands slowly holding her
Warmth in drowning.
I will never let you go he said
With a slight smile that she never saw he lifted her into the water.
I will never let you go
Todays prompt was to make a poem about a city. Guess what I chose?
The Borough of Manhattan
Buildings form shadows as the clouds cut skyscrapers in two
Floating islands high above people
The smell of wet pavement mixes with the harbor
Senses bombarded with sounds and vibrations
The city drowns in music of its own making
The skies finally turn blue