Micropoetry: Episode 2
A draped haze sits loosely around the shoulders of Madame Moon;
my gaze, trapped by Her eyes: bewilderingly soothing witchcraft magic.
Sail busily through days and miss this treasure?
28 Nov 2014
The sizzling, glistening Orb
holds all of our bated life-breath.
In less than a second, threatens
to absorb all the World’s Dreams:
left gliding, mistily evaporating
limp and lifeless.
All your days: less concern for others’ views.
Awaken your Heart, don’t live life on snooze…
30 Nov 2014
There, far, where the sky meets the earth
on an unbroken line of stark reality,
sparkle the infinite lights that beckon my heart.
There, far, where the eye sees the birth
of an unpolluted, crisp morning;
there hides the magic that war can not part.
The course of the day
The day begins;
the city enshrouded in a mist almost quilted,
the people awake like flowers once wilted,
and like the towers, stretch and rise above their hazy surroundings.
The day continues.
The eye of God peeks over the horizon, and sadly sees
the meek people’s hopes and dreams just floating upon the breeze…
The Light bursts through the smog of meaningless tales and news.
The skies split open; proceed to pour down
optimistic downpour: rain, the tiny splatters
straining to sustain;
a soaking, repetitive chorus