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Tag: white
Semi-Opaque White (day 867)
This is me sinking into the glass that’s empty
Subtle tones flickering off the semi-opaque sides
Autumn yellows and oranges from incandescent bulbs
With smiling faces shifting about the vacant spaces
Of this safe-room-white walled habitation
I was wrong when I sang your song with my sad heart
A slow beating heart like footsteps in the snow
Alone in winter’s paradise
Holding your cold hand as the glass set to stone
And too, by then the glass was empty of mischief
Labelled fun by the secret-book-black marker
That always lay beside your handy-dad bed
Wedding-dress-white sheets and matching pillows
And I was sad about falling through this time
When my step moved with falling’s grace
I was sad about falling alone without you
An early-morning-fog around my empty glass windows
For I’ll keep you satisfied if I took the time
Forever and always inside the skeleton of an empty glass
Sliding down steamed windows
Labeled Heart with stapled messages
Damp autumn orbs of wind blown tears
Settling on semi-opaque sides of window’s emptiness
Emptying my heart and welcoming winter’s vacancies
Sinking into answers in white
White Wine (day 746)
Slight perspiration
Aged crystal
Mouth dancing
Mother Earth’s Frosted Tongue (day 657)
A path
Littered with needles
Fallen lightly down
In cool winter’s breeze
Glares white
Long blue shadows
Battling footprints
This way and that
Taking me further
Into dreams of thought
With a steady breath
Dancing lightly
On stray beams
Of winter’s enemy
Sunlight, in warmth
Brings me home
Dusted with kisses
From Mother Earth’s
Frosted tongue
Hoar Frost (day 615)
White tips
Visible breath
Crunchy snow
Winter Tree (day 595)
Deep Green
Cold white snow
Strong scent
Winter Wanderer Enthusiast of Cold Sports (day 594)
Deep within
The Christmas Bowls
A forest-scape awaits the searcher
White trees that bend
From the weight
Of two months
Windswept
Hard blown
Snow
Wind drifts
And little kickers
That come out of corners and grow
Are like playgrounds
For the winter wanderer
Enthusiast of
Cold sports
Warm mittens
Boards
Dear Cloud (day 5)
A little whiter
Please kind sir
If you don’t mind
I’ll give you a clue:
I’ve got to make this
Into something special
And without your whiteness
It simply wont do
For last time it happened
I tried to make by
All it was blue
Not enough white in you
So now, kind sir
If you don’t mind
Could you do me a favor
A white favor, not blue