Watercolor 

 

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Credit: Maggie Latham

My mind wanders at will
chasing brushstrokes
and watercolor sunsets

 

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Tide

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Credit: Pat Forbes

Call me your full moon.
Pull me close. I am your gravity.

Let’s crash along the shoreline
dip and dance to the rhythmic tides,
sparkle in the moonlight,
reflect in puddle-filled faded footprints,
and tangle amongst the seaweed.

We’re the water
the salt
the reflection

the tide.

Blue-Grey Iris

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Credit: Isaiah Stephens

If she only knew how beautiful she looks;
how her grey-blue eyes turn different shades
of blue as tears drip down her face.

As much as I want to help,
I can’t comfort her;
I’m selfish. I can’t stand to see
her eyes turn back into a normal shade of gray.

I need her to cry, so I can
write words about her from a distance;
personify her beauty at her darkest moment.

I love to watch her eyes
speak of emotion through color.
Damn, I love her when she cries.

 

Sway

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The way her off-white dress bottom dances
in a windstorm freezes my pass-by.

Both wind and her dress agree to hold hands.
They intertwine at different speeds,
exchange dips on the dance floor,
toss, turn, swirl around to the rhythm,
up until the wind passes on through;

the storm passes, sun peeks out, the next song resumes
her dress dances no more. My day goes back to ordinary.