Levi’s Blues

The soft blue of a midday sky
blowing hot over golden corn.

.                           .— Or indigo
(formal, crisp, new),
deep as starlit night.

Shallow I may be,
but I’ve looked everywhere
between
that sky
and those stars
for the manufactured perfection
only Levi knows.

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Rainbow Theory

My heart races. Quick to anger, I stop and breathe in the moment – just one moment, mine – try to taste the sweetness in the calm I’m reaching for.

That moment is elusive.

It hides in a rain drop, in a sun ray.

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Just one way I was inspired this week by the Yeah Write prompt.

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If ever we should meet

On this side of the sky
the grey rain-heavy clouds streak by
and I wonder
if they are moving
or if it is me.

On this side of the river
the sun shines through sunken gardens
and I wonder
if I am the fairy tale,
if that other realm
is real.

On this side
I am still
while the clouds streak by
while the current stirs river weeds.

I am on this side
but you
you are on the other
and it is worlds away.

 

 

Bittersweet

Wagon-red memories of childhood trundle down ore-rich earthen paths, disappearing in clouds of what was, leaving wisps of dreams and clips of songs to fade on the summer wind.

I could still be that girl in the wagon, lemonade sparkling in sunlight.
 

 

Magic Carpet Dreams

In daydreams light, carefree,

my childhood gardens wait

fern-laced with petal clouds

and sun-bronzed butterflies.
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By watry shores I pause

where Sunday families stroll,

the golden sun-flecked air

of memories in reach.

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Here fairytales were spun

‘mid broken trees and gorse

the crimson cardinals sang

and ivy strung up walls.

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Do butterflies still light

‘pon families who stroll

while cardinal songs ring out

behind tumble-down dreams?

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These stories of past lives

I plumb; the scents, the sounds

of forty years, to wisk

me ‘cross the shadowed breach.

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