I see you in bright colors
Eating red ripe watermelon while searching verdant trees for bluebirds flitting pass us. Remembering how fields of brilliant wildflowers beguiled us as we inhaled fresh mowed grasses. You would smile fingering purple passion leaves. Your favorite hour when wide awake you listened to the sounds of dawn calling all colors out to play. We shared the calligraphy of oceans watching orange sunsets splash through waves. No one else has ever evoked such a shining palate as you.
Imagine to be a bird slicing air with wings. Up up over that horizon soaring through clouds away from solemn earth. Shining, shimmering far above this sphere into clear blue light. Cutting through sky gliding over oceans eyes open all seeing. Awake all day all night brushing rushing against the four winds. Imagine to be a bird.
Another hot day at the playground filled with shrieks from kids tumbling down slides. Shouting boys hop on and off the whirling carousel as girls sing songs to double dutch jump rope. Waiting for my chance on the swing. Finally one is free as I clutch the metallic link chains. I pump myself up pushing pass trees, feeling cool breezes brush over me. All the noise is far below as I rush towards blue skies. My feet are walking on clouds now.
Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Journals, and numerous Poets’ Espresso Reviews have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest titles are The Muse in Miniature and Love Poems for Michael both available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net