The Red Eye – A Poem

Hey there, I took a break from the music series this week to write a poem that’s been nagging me since I woke up.

 

The Red Eye

 

From the windows of the wet plane

I see a white bird migrating

away from its spring time meadows

in the sanctity of midnight.

 

I wonder if it, too, wields

the fire of a red dragon

waiting for its feathers to burn

to a set of bloody scales.

 

I wonder if its heavy wings

are waiting for the chance to spread

or if its watery brow steams

beneath the hard rains of the storm

 

and from my small leather backed seat

confined to sit with the people

who looked for their peace in the sky

I wonder why he doesn’t dive to safety.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Little Things

This poem was inspired by Yellow by Coldplay. Think there’s a song you think I should write about? Let me know in the comments!

 

The Little Things

 

like splashing by a sunlit lake,

or sketching pictures after dawn;

like shining painted yellow cups,

or pointing out a starry night

are how the shapes of memories

are framed in mental photographs.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Sneaking

Sneaking is a favorite pastime of the shadows. They blend themselves between the shade like a streak of black paint, dematerializing until unsuspecting simpletons, as they call them, walk through their space. Then, they like to play a prank. Knocking keys, picking pockets, and catching coattails, just for a reaction.

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Drinking in the Moonlight

Taking a short break from the Music Series this week. We’ll be back at it next week. Happy Memorial Day

 

Drinking in the Moonlight

 

That’s really all I have to say.

Sitting under this umbrella

in a simply woven, brown chair

looking up at the summer stars

 

wondering about my whiskey;

how the ice cubes clink the edges

of the shimmering crystal glass

and how warm the wind’s caress is.

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TRACING (AND OTHER HAIKUS)

Pairs

I see in their eyes

the starlight after midnight

twinkling shyly.

 

Star Gazing

I lie in the dark

on a still blanket of grass

gazing at Venus.

 

Midnight Noises

The rustling night

entices my frightened dog

with howls far away.

 

Tracing

Slowly, I trace you

against the canvas of sheets

under the shadows.

 

Mirrored Sunrise

I witnessed the dawn

as a sunset upside-down

when you were with me.

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