4realsmiles's Blog

Crayon Sunrise

4realsmiles — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 00:24:03 +0000

velvety crayon
smears of deep, solid shades on
a vast blue boldness

Room 101 – Revised

4realsmiles — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 19:42:30 +0000

Different bathed with daylight
unlike candlelit memories.
Holes in the yellowing plaster
without posters. Stagnant, still
quietness; no music playing
endlessly. Bare – back to basics.
Another bed added to
prepare for two people not the
one it was used to. Nonchalance
evidence that, Having gone
through many, it won’t even miss you.

Untarnished

4realsmiles — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 23:10:55 +0000

Even carrying
silt gathered in rapid flow
the river glistens

Influence

4realsmiles — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 22:56:21 +0000

One limb hanging down
into the river’s pathway
changes everything

Silent Volatility

4realsmiles — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 15:01:23 +0000

Waves that crash within -
the calm air cannot rouse me
from my golden voicelessness.

A Cat’s Life I

4realsmiles — Mon, 23 May 2011 14:34:17 +0000

Cat at Spring’s window -
ears twitch, turn; nose sniffs
chirping air under sun’s warmth.

Blanketed

4realsmiles — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 05:52:53 +0000

Soft whirl spins drift, glide-
weave lacy, sparkling
alabaster covelet

Messenger

4realsmiles — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 23:06:24 +0000

Russet, not true red,
opposing brown-white speckled
breast.
Echoless trace.
No prints in blue paths’ flow and waves
of effortless pretense; broad circle
and crest.
No embrace.
The grand, soaring, bare oaks
reach for shoulders of surging softness
No anchoring by sunken root-traps
Reflected stream
of lofty, majestic, trance like passage;
a soaring impression that only wraps
me in my dream.

Red-Tailed Hawk

4realsmiles — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 20:19:10 +0000

Russet, not true red, feathers – striking contrast to brown-white speckled breast;
no sound emitted in your soaring path, no footprint pushed into sky.
Effortless, flowing gestures from broad-winged circle and crest.
The tallest bare oak’s limbs stretch to embrace you so high
above it; no sunken root-traps – you travel lofty, majestic and free;
a trance like passage leaving an impression only on me.

Your Eyes

4realsmiles — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 23:36:26 +0000

dazzling cerulean rhythm pierced
yesterday’s present kiss floating in
that vibrant breeze born of your
voice heart’s secret window.