Eyes in The Clouds

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I took this photo the other day while we were on the back roads of Ohio…Amish country back roads. Discovered the eyes in the clouds as I perused my camera roll…And whatever you may believe or not believe this photo made me think of this old song from Steve Warnier…

                 “Eyes In The Clouds”—©g.a.meeder,2017®

 

 

 

 

 

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Your Memoir

Your Memoir

wrinkles sprinkle life and

your passionate search for it

boldly written in novellas of

experience sketched across your face

softly speaking you are loved

so for that reason alone

they should never be erased

your face has become a memoir

a bestseller, of mammoth proportion

to be cherished and treasured.

leaving me with a burning desire

to read you over and over again.

— -©g.a.meeder, 2012®

 

 

 

Unshakable

 

Unshakable 

I refuse to make

any apologies for the way you make my

cheeks flush, pulse chase, heart race when

your hand brushes past my face.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crushed

Crushed

crushed to say the least
since you searched
hunted up for me 
as if you would die
without seeing
me once again
eye to eye
only to hurry up
and say hello
just to say goodbye
who does that?
other than an ego
that derives pleasure
to watch me
slowly turn away
and once more
die inside…

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

 

 

Stolen Thunder

Stolen Thunder

a cynical cold heart
i have become
against all my best
of intentions
my failures
have caught up
drowning out my
spirit of youth
you at one time
could recognise
inside that glimmer
in my eyes
you’d complimented
how it had escaped me
now i must lower
my eyes for i
do want you to
discover how it
has finally gotten
a hold of me
so that it will
not steal your
spirit as well,
become your disease.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

Endless Sky

Endless Sky

she ignited the horizon

ablaze in golden streaks

of promise that spoke

boldly of day’s end

as night snuck in upon us

covering the western skies

in blankets of twinkling stars

prodding us in wise,

ancient native voices.

what took you so long

to discover this spot

where you are?

our eyes shush their voices

as they wander wall to wall

beacons of lights across the

land of endless sky

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Best Of Days

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Pine Tree Haven

Best of days

golden sun will lower her gaze

behind blushing stratus laced clouds

over seasonally timed

dramatic displays of sunsets

guiding us arise to kinder days

which will cast shadows

on trees that genuflect awe

in earthly praise

uttering murmurs as they wave

with chilled to a crisp night air

lightly stroking our cheeks

with secrets they can no longer keep

because soon they will play a concerto

of colors in high sopranos, in low altos

brushstroking themselves

with colors ablaze

giving us the promise of

our best of days.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

*Photo of Pine Tree Haven & Best of Days

Are expressively mine by artistic & creative design.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®*