"If you look deep enough, you'll see music!" Thomas Carlyle

Tag Archives: reflection

lovers-on-the-river-mario-colasante

Mario Colasante @fineartamerica.com

Plop! in the middle of the ravine

a polished pebble creates a wave of awe

Stirred surface, and rings begin to spread

throughout the valley, to tell of what they saw

.

Exhilaration in the hillside trees

as they, too, pick up on the storyline

Jittery leaves catch the wind passing by

then gesticulate what is on their mind

.

A lone bird met upon the party

and fled to greet a cheerful swarm

Soon butterflies and trails of honeybees alight

with news of Belle in her fiancé’s arm

.

A tender warmth glistens in her eyes

as she sculpts their affection in the sand

Together, they make ripples come alive

when her love releases a nugget from his hand

Arioso


The spillage of a fountain pen

Sketched a tainted heart and then

Forged my name in bloody ink

To stain my pride or so they think

.

Laced with rage, the page displayed

Bold letterings with spite arrayed

Showcasing dark deserted soul

on freeway to Hades with hiked toll

.

But then the epilogue of disgrace

Lost its power as if it were erased

The thought of it provoked a laugh

Since the ogre wrote his epitaph

.

Departed he is and so shall remain

A prodigy has now buried the pain

And he rewrote the horror story

Dark replaced with morning glory

Arioso


Loftier than the wisps of cirrus on high

We’re falling into each other,

No black holes in this sky

Worries vaporise like a meteor

Weightless,

defining who we are

We bear upon the rise and fall

of the ocean wall

Concerted trajectory,

we must remain in orbit

As the crescent floats in respite

Weightless

Two stars in  equilibrium,

A metaphysical conundrum

Arioso


rest your head

Photo credit: Paul D Robertson

Rest your head upon my shoulder

I will help you oust your fears

We won’t sweep them neath the carpet

With a power vac, they’ll disappear

 –

Rest your head upon my chest

I will help unload your cares

We won’t stack them in the freezer

An oven’s lit, we’ll toss them there

 –

When your fears are gone and cares are charred

Your head will leave its resting place

Then my heart and amiable desires

Will rest with you in faith and grace

*



%d bloggers like this: