Clouds
So touched
By sunlight
And it’s setting
In the west
That they might
Harbour cherubs
In soft folds
And angels blushing orange
Upon the gilded edge.
In vapour robes
Of salmon pinks,
Moist in cirrus’s
Spiritual clothes
And cumulus draped
Upon their bodies
Like light
And sky blue complexions
To make their face
And eye depth
Flawless.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
Bark touched golden
And green needles
Bronzed
By the lateness of the hour.
Our outer heart
Reddened by atmosphere
And light speed
Through it.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
Despite the tumult
Of the clouds,
The erratic moods,
The distractions
And the cauldron of emotions
Fitful and bubbling,
There dwells always the sun
And the blue sky,
Fresh as warmth upon your skin
And a summer morning’s in-breath,
Waiting, behind it all
For your homeward bound
Acknowledgement.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
Cooling sun
burns tungsten
on the clouds’ fine filament.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
© Image by Ann Truesdale
Branches burned black
to silhouette
of a carbon footprint.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
© Image by Ann Truesdale
Need I use guiding word
And direction:
The thing – described, imaged,
Processed through the brain of I:
Not here
Where the boiling and molten sky
Directs without narration.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
The bridge, the cloud, the sand
And the mirror of the tide,
Burnished bronze in light’s equality.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
Last, withdrawing light
Caught in a mirror of sand
Sheened with molecule wetness.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
Is it cliche
To love
The crowd pleasing moment
Of a sunrise or sunset,
Or just proof
That our hearts
And our minds
Feel the same
Connected dreamscape
And be
In the very
Same way?
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
Blue beyond
With wisp cirrus,
Transitory, fleeting:
The smouldering wake
Of sun demise
At horizon’s boiling ebb.
A thankful thought:
For all we have done
We are still mostly nothingness.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
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