March

This balmy March night
is sweetly delicious
A purple-filled, cloud-coloured sky
saturated in pollen
Licks at my face
Caressing and exciting me
a carefree jubilant love, warm
enticing and gorgeously fresh!

How about this night
so lithe and fascinating
Spectral whirs of light
and smells fill my head
as the sky whirs on.
Sweet sweet March.
Yum.

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image: Jean-Jacques Henner, words: Bujonswords

image: Jean-Jacques Henner, words: Bujonswords

Tribute

The sky she sits on
I cannot reach
I climb as high as I am able
She catches my eye and restarts her tease!

Lady Sight

When you see the sky
you do not ask for why?
You see the birds fly by
not swarms of insects die!

The pleasantries you point at
are there to catch the eye
but through by haughty bias
I refuse to see their lie!

I reflect on the deaths
the blistering sun inflicts
You reach out and prove the breaths
of life’s recycling instincts.

From your love for life you show
how to see the real reality
when I pass the dying fields now –
I too feel their creativity…

Quiet Night Sleepy

Open a window –
To let in the sound of the dark of the night.
Listen –
The hissing;
The whirring the murmurs:
A humming drone deafens your sleep-centred thoughts.
That silent sigh slips to the front of your mind.
A silence not broken,
A quietness defined.
So laying awake at the dawn of the morning
A wide open window –
For sleep-needy eyes.

Creeping Ages

Rumbling through some troubled skies
A giant plane flies swiftly
Ignorant to the dark and lies
That past my thoughts shores drift

On a torrent lonely ebb
My curled lips oath no more
For only an abyss seems now
To end where once was shore!

Ages rush my young blood old
Drawing lines even through my smile
Yet ever swifter streaks light air
That stretch your sky by miles