Imagery In Poems
A
child's eyes view the potential of the world
Mankind appears as it should be
And not as it really is
Yesterday is gone
And today is forever
Tomorrow will always be
An unfathomable promise
Wonder and awe in a leaf
And in each blade of grass
Clean sheets and falling rain
Are personal luxuries
Squiggly worms, such a treat
Hidden in fresh, dark dirt
Drivelets of dew trickle
Down a cloudy pane
Treasures are timeless amusements
The autumn change
Brings out the range
Of colors bright and bold
A dying flicker of shiny gold
Before the hue is dead
Out springs Indian red
A scarlet so serene
Overcome by olive green
When the molten colors turn over
The time is now October
Orange speckles to the ground
With traces of hickory brown
Colors so simple yet also strange
Reflect the mystery of the season's change
We have been here
before
I cannot remember when
But the paint is still red
Perhaps not as shiny as
(When we were here)
Before
No popcorn is on the ground
Birds have stolen it all away
But I don't know why
I even noticed it missing
Anyway
A forgotten sign faded and decrepit
Leans against a rusty pole
Pony ride - 50 cen -
A victim of many angry storms
Perhaps
The grass is still dead and flat
Where the bandstand once stood
Yet the banners have all fallen down
Over the fancy frozen ponies that dance as
(When we were here)
Before
Pink petals
passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky
Swaying silent shroud
Suitors strolling by
Pink petals passing
Lover's gentle sigh
Pastel hues falling
Slow fluttering grace
Pink petals passing
Lining streams in lace
Pink petals passing
Smoothest transit by
Soft essence floating
In most subtle lullaby
Inducing springtime slumber
Upon a satin shore
Sailing with the current
Pink petals pass before
A ballet dancer
is a swan
Without the beak or feathers
A ballet dancer is the seasons
Without a change in weather
A ballet dancer is a portrait
With a difference to this art
The picture captures feeling
The dancer embraces heart
Ice petals on
window pane
Sing your name today
I hear the soft lyrics
Hum along in internal way
You are there; I feel you
Ever present as the sky
Changing how you express
I know not how but why
You cover my every move
A gentle sheath, like breath
Barely there, yet everywhere
Protecting me to every depth
Like a sloth
crawling down a tree
The snowflake falls leaving a wet trail behind
It looks around to see the other snowflakes
Then it drops to join rest of its kin
And on there way to the black and dark sea again.
Crowned with ruby
red
Subtleties in gray and green
Opal eyes glistening
With inner illuminance
Fast and free you fly
Racing towards the sun
Flitting flower to flower
Caretaker of a divine garden
Sweetly humming to yourself
A mere child at play
Shiny raindrops become pearls
Against your downy glory
Speeding towards ivory clouds
Deep in a sapphire sky
Diving into floral rainbows
Nighttime falls
in the city
Lights blink on everywhere
Yet the streets are full and busy
As excitement fills the air
Nighttime falls in the country
Beasts settle down to rest
Farmer with eggs of plenty
The climate is at its best
Nighttime falls in the mountains
Wind in trees dark and tall
A river's foamy fountains
An ancient owl mourns for all
Into the crystal
pool I gazed to see
The fleeting glimpse of a white-tailed deer
So pure, so free
Beneath a sapphire sky with clouds
She emerges from a wooded glen
So cautious and delicate
With tiny fawn beside and cowering
While towering pines trembled and swayed
As if almost knowing
And a bold hawk perches and spies
A shimmering silver trout leaps
Graceful and splendid
His dive breaking my gaze into the water
And I glace again to see Myself
Autumn's change,
brings out the range
Of colors bright and bold
Tints of brown fall to the ground
With sprinkles of red and gold
Crisp, cool air, sky blue and fair
The song of autumn is told
The days flow, the north wind knows
Winter's coming - it's getting cold
Let us go then,
you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
Desolate, cracked
concrete
Asphalt leading nowhere
Shiny signs of direction
Attracting no one
Except for a faraway car
Resembling a dark tumbleweed
Blowing aimlessly
Pretending to go somewhere
A silent black serpent
Amongst these dry, barren fields
Which only watch and recount
The empty, pointless seasons
Without a change
Even the bright billboards
Have faded out
And peeled softly down