Poetry

Sep. 3, 2018

Playing with color 

by day or by night

can wash away sadness 

and bring some delight.

A small dash of yellow, 

or purple, or green

can bring some new insights 

or brighten the scene!

So get out your colors 

and set things in motion;

You may be surprised 

if you follow this notion! 

 

© Blaise

Aug. 30, 2018

Summer bids farewell,

with pastel petals falling

toward dry khaki grass parched with thirst,

hanging on for life in powdery dust 

yearning for the blessing

hidden in a cloud above about to burst.

Shining leaves of bronze and gold,

breaking free of twisted oaken ancients,

aided by a blast of cold,

rival bolts of flashing sunlight

darting through low hanging clouds.

Down they tumble, 

mingling with the pastel petals,

destined soon to dry and die,

ground to powdery dust,

beneath the countless footsteps,

of the bustling passersby.

 

© Blaise 2018

Mar. 9, 2018

Fight and flight may not be
the best way to go for me,
Better by far is another way –
Be still and watch;
Stay and pray.

~Blaise~

Feb. 28, 2018

Fragile creatures meant to fly -
put in cages, wings clipped,
bereft of tail, mishandled, fallen -
broken hearted die.

Wait and see -
Might this canary in the coal mine
portend the earthly fate
awaiting you and me?

© Only A Messenger
Mar. 2, 2017

Nowhere to run -
that which must be has begun,
tares from wheat,
bitter from sweet,
chaff from grain,
sound of mind from all insane,
dross from gold,
It shall unfold -
wickedness from all that’s good,
stripped away like bark from wood,
dark from light, left from right , manifest,
north from south and east from west,
what is cursed from what is blessed.
Murky gray begone from day!
You shall see - so it must be.
Lukewarm from hot, lukewarm from cold;
that long hidden must unfold,
coward false from true and bold
So it has been long foretold.
Don’t you know? Nowhere to go.

© Only a Messenger