A L O H A
From
Honolulu
This man walks the beach
where footprints arrive and leave
carrying nothing
but the sun
on his shoulders.
A child’s shout
lifts and disappears
on the wind.
The palms lean casually,
as if they’ve agreed
to let the day pass
through them.
Diamond Head poses
for it's close-up.
Cloudia Charters
Time itself
comes in drops.
William James
comes in drops.
William James
Pink Caesalpinia pulcherrima
Pink peacock flower tree
Pink peacock flower tree
Evening comes in
full of possibility.
City lights wink on
one by one,
small promises
welcoming the dark.
Air thrums with Maybe,
with Almost, with Go!
Footsteps quicken,
windows glow.
Pixie
My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the last rays of the down-going sun... George MacDonald
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Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
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1 comment:
After reading Pixie's poem, I thought she was going to go out onto her walkway in the night and start caterwauling at the stars. Little did I know that her possibilities lie in sleeping in new positions and dreaming impossible dreams...
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