Showing posts with label perfect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perfect. Show all posts

Sunday, December 1, 2019

A MAGICAL NIGHT




A MAGICAL NIGHT
It is a magical night for a party.
Beautiful couples dance
between the glass statues.
Fancy gowns draped
on perfect bodies.
The party at the glasshouse is perfect.
Maybe a little too perfect.
THE DEAD GAME

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

PARADISE IS CALLING MY NAME



How would paradise
appear to you?
A house standing in calm water.
The scent of flowers in the air.
People strolling the clean streets.
No need to hurry.
Warm breezes.
Sun shining.
Birds chirping.
Perfect.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

UNMASKED


The mask has cracked.
I can’t keep it together.
A fight to be perfect.
A battle to be accepted.
The mask has cracked.
Game over.

The mask has cracked.
I can’t keep it together.
A fight to be perfect.
A battle to be accepted.
The mask has cracked.
The game is over.

Thursday, June 27, 2019

PERFECT




Brush strokes of blue and gray
to fill in the puffy clouds.
Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Each wave swell of purest white
rises from the depths of dark blue.
My fingers reach for the canvas.
My eyes travel to the brushes.
I shake my head.
No painting is needed.
No copy will diminish the essence 
of a perfect summer day at the shore.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

BLUE BED



A bed of flower.
A fragrant power.
Petals in my face.
Such a perfect place.
I’ll soon be asleep.
So don’t make a peep.

Thursday, June 6, 2019

OASIS


OASIS
A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware as The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be.
The Dead will rise from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, May 12, 2019

A PERFECT OASIS




A perfect oasis where dreams come true.
Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.
Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.
Where dark shadows leave no footprints.
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME

Saturday, December 22, 2018

ONCE IS ENOUGH




ONCE IS ENOUGH
The simple.
The pure.
The first time.
Done once.
And done the right way.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

PICTURE PERFECT





Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Left behind by waves
caressing the shore.
Temporary footsteps. 
Like magic?
No, like nature.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

PRETTY IN PINK


 Pretty in Pink

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Petals drift in the warm breeze.
Pretty in pink, they flutter.
The fragrance tickles my nose.
Velvety soft to the touch.
My senses engaged.
My mind is at rest.
No need for worries.
No need for more words.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

MASK


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The mask has cracked.
I can’t keep it together.
A fight to be perfect.
A battle to be accepted.
The mask has cracked.
Game over.


Sunday, March 25, 2018

A MERE REFLECTION?


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A reflection of perfection.
Better than the original?
It moves.
It shimmers.
It elongates.
It stretches.
Distorting the original.
A reflection.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

A CANOPY


A BEDROOM
The sun peeks through
a canopy of leaves.
A blanket of flowers
covers and protects me.
They shelter me with
their petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green
touch my skin.
The perfect spot for the weary.
 (Source: travel-story)


The sun peeks through
a canopy of leaves.
A blanket of flowers 
covers and protects me.
They shelter me with
their petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green
touch my skin.
The perfect spot for the weary.