it started
as a pic
nic for
two
we ate
sunshine
and absorbed
more then enough
food to fill four
swooning
couples
well
at least
for me being
the swooner and
she playing the part
of the swoony who
in an act of anger
makes a scene
and leaves
leaving me
to make the toast
of tea that she will be
always with me using the
almost foreign forever word
in the ending soliloquy
as i gather the four
corners of our
plaid empty
blanket world
tie it to the end
of a stick walking
while whistling now
a silhouette into
a lonely hobo's
sunset
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C-olor the day with pink,
H-ue of gray is banned;
E-arly morn fifth of July, the occasion is grand.
C-olor the day with red,
A-way from forbidden dark;
N-ever be sad and blue,
E-agerly walk in the park.
T-inge of coal black is slowly fading away;
E-nhance the brightness, begin to color the day.
Little crystals fallen angel tears smooching ground;
Instills cooling touch among grasses, buds and trees;
Facets rolling ambiguity ~ mystery;
Twirls then twines closely rush on branches bounds;
Inches white eerie cloud rhymes hang rest at key;
Nailing anyone to see natural history;
Garden fog silence~ conceals even tricks;
Tinge golden yellow linear streaks thread through
Hovering to break fogs' gloomy cold mood
Enchantment subsides, enlightening arise!
Fog succumbs ~ gradually disappears from view
Orchards' quiet green scenery renewed
Greets my cheeks breezy soft so prize...
(c)Olive Eloisa
6:29pm
July 06,2014
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