A little better day...

OK, so after about three bowls of ice cream...OK, you got me, it was lowfat yogurt!! things started to get a little better. I chatted with my Army guy and he decided he's still gonna talk to me. Which is cool but I'm not gonna live my life on hold like I was before. I'm free game. So, a friend of mine knowing I'm an unemployed loser asked me to take him to Columbus today. It's cool because he won this contest and got to create a commerical which they are premiering today. It's at a big marketing agency in Columbus, hello, right where I need to be. I'll do some sweet talking. I told my Columbus friend if I didn't find anything in Mooresville, I would be coming up to Columbus and look. She got pumped up and said we could get an apartment together, which would be totally cool.

Anyway, I didn't want to leave you all in a state of anticipation for my next batch of DANH DANH DANH.... POEMS FROM THE PAST

So here you go......

Wishful

Butterflies float like falling
Leaves over a sleeping meadow.
An ivory, ebony girl gazes
At the speckled sky, wishing
To be in it, escaping the world.

Untitled

The ocean lifts
One frigid brow,
And smiles with frothy
Teeth
The earth spins
The moon watches
Laughter echoes
Dancers feel
Beat of hearts lost
On an ebony boardwalk

Too soon

The rose petal struggles
Against the shards of ice
That hang off the edge
Of silken fronds.
It’s ridged stalk
Softens, bends
Under the weight
Of cold knives
On a spring morning.

Monet garden

In this monet garden
Brush strokes of precious
Petals speckle the sun-baked
Canvas soil. Evers green
Foliage transforms to aqua
Sky shades the coral cluster of mixed paint.

Midnight dream

When you are alone
And dance with your shadow
Or waltz with your reflection
A puddle of tears is midnight dreaming
And you wish someone was holding you
-right now.

Memories At Dusk

Misting;
A slight cool breeze,
I shiver, and look
Across a field of lovely memories,
Of ages of sorrow,
Of timeless handfuls of
Stardust.
The hopes and dreams of
A now dreamless plane,
Stark in it’s stillness
Only a heartful of phrases
And a boxful of ashes
To remember.
And the graveyard
Lies quiet on the
West summer hillside.

Wings of a Dove

The wings of a dove seems to carry life.
She can land during a thunderstorm and
Soar over mountains that stand in the way.
She can find the eye of a hurricane and be safe,
But she can also be shot down by evil’s deadly gun.

Gawd, I didn't know I had sooo many. I probably have two more additions you have to look forward to of DANH DANH DANH POEMS FROM THE PAST

Till next time........adigos!!