Each month, write a new collection.
Morning Datethe bush shakesthe morning dewshimmers asit falls, shiningin the sunshe stopsin the pathbrushingher longblack hairfrom her eyespulls hersunglassesoffslips theminto theblack bra strapcrouches downto the bushbrown down eyesstare up at herstruggles inthe bushthe doe shakesshe pullsthe bladefrom thesheath strappedto her thighslowly bringsthe bladefirm inher gripto the bushthe doe shakesshe smilesswiftly sheswipes downthe doeruns freeshe smiles
I thought that was going to end differently and I like the break of my expectation!
Couldn't hurt the doe. I'm glad the deception worked.
That's "brown doe eyes"
I thought "brown down eyes" meant soft eyes, like duck down! Good story.
Yes, and sometimes the mistake works.
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Sunrise SurpriseRaindrops from your eyesLike tears falling from the skiesAs you are arriving at the sunrise surpriseWarming your heart with love Nobody noticed in you becauseOf fear appearing from your tear insideYour heart making pain explain from the startLike the rain became your positionAnd the sun was not among your decisionTo love within after hurting was yourCondition again and againRaining down on your headwith clouds surrounding Not allowing your smile to ascendfrom the fear to steer clear and enddescending into the clouds pretendingyou are not allowed into the sunriseMaking your mood from subdued to realize the rain makes the pain similarto the raindrops falling from your eyesand the tears from the skiesComforting your imposition to the sunsposition like a friend with one conditionTo dry the pain and your disposition of rain
Great poem man. I agree wit Carole. It does feel almost like rap.
Sounds like a good "rap" verse. I can't write like this, but I enjoy the rhythm. I like the last line the most.
Overcast.Closed pier due toImpending lightning storms.We eat fish tacosAwait the rain and aLive band plays on.We walk past childrenScreaming as sandcrabs Tickle their palms.Gulls descend andVie for unattendedDoritos bags and theDamn touristsComplain about the weather.In response,Winds shiftHumid air cools,Lightning strikesFurther down the coast.Heaven snaps a Candid photo of Gaping mouths andEyes wider than aPelican’s wingspan.Seabirds are silencedTourists stopWalking their dogsChildren are muted.Up and down the beachNature holds Our attention,Our voices.Thunder erupts andOnlookers stand in Wondrous appreciationUntil children screamGulls squawk and theOne second of silenceIs over.
This is really well done. I love the specificity of details especially the fish tacos. THat makes it so real for me.
Rolled InIt was sunny and warmBlue and clearA picture perfect summer dayThen the clouds rolled inThe air began to thickenDense and stickySmelling of dampnessThen the thunder rolled inThe sky began to rattleBooming and heavyThe drums of heavenThen the lightning rolled inPinstripes of lightZig zag the blacknessCharging the airThen the rain rolled inBloated drops of waterBombing the earthPooling in just momentsThen it was gone
Wonderful Molly. "Bloated drops of water bombing the earth."