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
At last, my daily tailor stall shuts down. A light wind flows through my bedroom windows, caressing my skin as I leisurely lounge. I count...