the sun turns away the clouds
and a new day begins…
trees stand tall without
quivering,
palm branches hang down loosely,
vehicles pass by unannounced
and low flying planes carry bored
tourists up and down the
shoreline…
it is another day…
another group of thoughts
gathering
like inmates for an announcement;
it is already hot and the sun
has barely left the horizon; so,
inside I venture instead of
walking.
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the ocean magically
and steadily moves
towards the shoreline,
as if some hidden force
propels it in this direction,
just like thoughts pushed
to my mental surface to
be recaptured and
recorded before lost.
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how still is the morning
no wind
soundless waves
and a cool humidity
as thick as one’s imagination;
how calm is the morning
with the Van Gogh painted clouds
and the Dali ones approaching;
how serene the morning be
today with pastel colors
mind blending gently,
allowing creative inspiration
to wipe away the
perspiration of uncertainty
that floats along the surface
of a creative ocean
feeding mental seagulls.
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