Soft,
smooth,
salty,
sweet.
I'll smash my pumpkin to soft smooth
gloop.
Salty cheese will balance my sweet soup.
Soft,
smooth,
salty,
sweet.
I'll smash my pumpkin to soft smooth
gloop.
Salty cheese will balance my sweet soup.
My magical moment was about to begin. Lovely lilac light and radiant rose-gold shades started to stain the gentle blue sky.
The sun ascended in slow motion, emitting rays of brilliance and beauty to all of us. My camera could not capture this bright white sun, speeding down to Mother Earth in eight minutes. My photograph morphed into a mega pixelated, and minging mess. Unfortunately, it was not a fine tribute to the magnificent sunrise I witnessed today.
On reflection, a poignant poem may have befitted this event more nicely than my puny photograph. Oh well. At least mother earth will bless me with other stunning sunrises to admire.
One’s mind is like a void,
With thoughts both beautiful and dangerous
Like powers once deployed,
You can do anything you crave to plus
All dreams will feel so real,
How phenomenal are illusions?
The freedom you can feel,
Imagination in a fusion
But the greatest place of all,
Is where you’re known and loved
Where someone helps you when you fall,
This home you hold beloved
There will never be a match,
To dear and classic reality
It’s a rare find it’s a catch,
But of course that’s your speciality
Imagine ‘til you tire,
There’s only one place you’ll desire
Daydream hours away,
But there’s one place that will stay
Think and think without a wink,
Inside your heart it’s scrawled in ink
The only place you’ll truly need,
Is the true world.
I revved up my glossy green motor,
ready to run my usual rota.
I sped along in delirium and delight.
My jumpsuit felt lovely and light.
I felt I could gallop from dusk to dawn,
as unbridled as a Unicorn,
without my heavy clothes and school’s safety rules,
that wear me down like whizzing whirlpools.
The air rippled my jumpsuit and ruffled my hair.
Still, I rallied on without a worry or care.
I whooped and whistled as loudly as a lark.
This flight beats last year’s trudge round Central Park!
I wish these bulbs that burn and blaze, show me daffodils, and doubloons. But I only trace the waning moon, it wrecks me up and wanes me dow...