Wistful innocent searching leads him,
Beyond dusk’s long lambent sky,
Towards a field for gallantly sitting.
Finally, left alone for quiet musings,
Pondering their perchance meeting,
And fantasizing of a redheaded queen.
Images
Vicious Season
Tornado season arrives to greet us,
Lost in thoughts of neon green.
Wind, rain and an eerie calmness,
Consumes our dark afternoon hour.
Content that I’m where I should be,
Mother Nature unleashes her power.
Siren blows, to the basement we go,
Relieved to know God’s protecting.
Stay calm, Big Brother is watching,
Our vicious and swirling Nebraska sky.
Three sisters grew up trusting him,
Today proves nothing has changed.
Fire Chief’s job begins, as we wait,
We love our big brother, please keep him safe.
Amen
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I wrote this poem during my first weekend in Nebraska. Mid June weather at its finest, my friends. We’re all fine and the destruction was minor for my hometown. (Weeks earlier the destruction much more severe.) The clouds, however, unforgettable.
Rocky Terrain (Haiku)
Terrain not easy
To climb on you will be hard
Heavenly, as well
Sweet Dreams
Hushed tones
Wait patiently
Two words
I shall
Crave anxiously
Sweet dreams
Sleep tight
Good night
My dear
I’ll wait
Right here
For eternity
Storms Will Brew
Whatever monstrous storm you escort,
Be aware that I contain determination.
Fearless disbursements of strength,
Withstand forces of a cimmerian sky.
Calmness shall dismount here soon,
Predetermined fate will then smile.
Accelerate the tempestuous rain,
Peaceful contentment surely awaits.
My Welcome Home
Elevation’s strayed daughter
Devotedly arrives home
Following cloudy pleas
Fiercest welcome, beckoning
Wilderness claims her willingly
A foggy, earthy morning
Whispers her name adoringly
Ferocious Desire
Wishing you were here tonight
Riding on ferocious clouds of fire
Won’t change anything about today
It only ignites my uncontrollable desire
Petals Of Applique
Crowded flower appliques
A composition of lacing
Disguises lilac fronds
Pillowing shyly together
They’re found giggling
Fragile muses, for many
A frilly mound of petals
Subdued hues, whispering
Come hither, Darling
Cerulean Sky
Our quiescent moments
Clearly, celestially written
Seeking you in a cerulean sky
Today, blue rediscovers contentment
Beauty
There’s this face I see
In the mirror
Occasionally lost in fantasy
Pushing through
Emotionless days
I’m done looking
Sunshine
Show your rays
Fingers pointing out
All my flaws
One freckle
Two freckles, gone
Forget it
Lost cause
Nose too short
Cheeks too big
None mine
All inherited
Should be thankful
Proud, too
Yet poisoned
By You
Freedom
Relax into today
Know that I am with you
Freedom looks this amazing
We’ll discover this place together
Starlet Beauty
Light enhances a heliotrope tinge
Starlet becomes a beautiful specimen
Without her, we’re left simply craving
Roaming gardens for an alternative
Proving she’s the one above all else
We’d rather wait for with baited breath
Upon a tower, for one small glimpse
Of the unique and luminous bellflower
Twilight Infatuation
Dusk infatuations, quietly prove to me
Your glow, I search for every evening
In various forms your bounty becomes
Simply, twilight afluence beckoning
Your dauntlessness envelopes me
I mature, falling into lustful cravings
Negative Thoughts
Worn
Used
Waste
Someone’s leftovers
Cover your skilled eyes
Nothing worth keeping
Forget
Remove
Discard
Scraps of purpose
Weathered goods
Continuing pointless
Plain
Old
Junk
Ms. Lily
Sunburst of color,
In wide open view,
Heat, she’s craving.
Ms. Lily, sweetly waiting,
For warm sun kisses.
Freckles deep inside her,
Compliment her sublimely,
Gladly, she welcomes you.
Splattering of wisps,
Accentuate her depths.
She’s a simple offering,
Smells, perfectly alluring.
I’ll Follow You
Wishing away a wistful feeling
You are not an ethereal mirage
Amongst crystal blue water
You are a living, breathing you
Similarities proven undeniable
Exhaling into what could be
Lead me and I’ll follow true
Back Road Haiku
Redhead lost in corn
Been gone too long, this is home
Leaves feather her face
This poem written with my baby sister, Leah. Driving down back roads today enjoying each other’s company. She thinks I’m on WordPress too much, so in order to feel included she insisted on writing a Haiku with me. I think the poem turned out well. The picture was all her doing. She thinks she’s funny! Maybe she is…of course she is. She gets her humor from me. Making memories, my friends. Hugs!!
Sadly So
Sadly
She’s not
Bullet proof
Waking up, everything to fear
Dependable rain falling all around
Strong, yet sadness drifts near
Reality’s hands around her neck
Leave that poet heart
A dreaming mess
To fight
Alone
Dark Shades
Knowing you’re here
Looming
No matter your form
Proves that I’m adored
Closing in on me
Consuming
Finishing my day
Dark shades prepare
Allowing them to wash
Lavishly
Over my fears
Leading me towards fate
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 