Soft silhouettes dance softly out there

beyond the window pane

spring blues as a simple backdrop

for their dance routine

Reds become lavender, greens shades of cobalt

wind ever the impatient partner

chilling air churns the music

that the trees dance to

50%

the little blue bar is moving,

the color wheel is rolling,

the dancing animation controlling

my time as I sit and lie

on the floor besides

my little brother.

60%

internet cut off, grinding

my patience, drying

paint, water spilling

on the floor besides

my little brother.

80%

paper towels soaking

and constant yelling

about who did what, waiting

for them to stop spraying

venom and gasoline, lying

on the floor besides

my little brother.

97%

98%

99%

100%

car honks, gust passing

cool winds and trash, rustling

wires brushing on poles

this road has changed a

lot in 10 years time.

Cold-drenched white headbands

Cloud pillars, clear summer sky

Start to forget him.

A little pup is stuck on top my bed

No blanket needed, already round and warm

He's all curled up, just can't move him at all.

He's sound asleep, and tired since the spring

when flowers rise and life is blossoming

He's sound asleep, despite the gentle rain

He's on my bed

RIP my sleep.

So I woke up at 8AM

No bees today

a dingy white mass of vapor in the sky

Guess they didn't wanna stay.

Everything's washed out

but even the oceanfront

has shards of pearl and glass.

I really want

__sunnier days.

Today I'll write something

Today is a sunny day

Today I just saw a bee

__chubby with bright stripes.

Today I see those yellow flowers

__oh, I just saw the bee again.

Today the wind flies quickly

Today the sky is fair and clear

__that bee is intrigued at something

__hovering near my window and

__Japanese maple.

Oh

Today it's gone away again.

The billowing Cloak searches for eternal rest

among crumbling stalks of the corn field, eternal rest

within the abandoned slaughterhouse and tourist signs, eternal rest

along silhouettes of the forest never finding eternal rest.

From the frozen lake a voice cries for eternal rest.

The billowing Cloak kneels somber, eternal rest is near

as the Cloak feels with dry fingertips, eternal rest is near

as frozen arteries bulge within the arc, eternal rest is near

as the freezing wound bleeds vigorous, eternal rest is near.

Every heart finds eternal rest; time for the harvest.

Bulbs of bright yellow

that lean towards green

Rusted reds that await

the coming of spring

Bony branches tipped

with earthy buds

Waiting for warmer nights

and certain signs above

Spring, can you make up your mind

Hot or cold, choose only one.

So I'm thinking about posting poems here in my blogs/news thing. I've been writing poetry in my classes, but I want to start collecting my ideas and getting them out on the webs. I'm also thinking about a weekly or daily posting as a challenge/ for improvement.

Any thoughts? I'll probably do it anyways, but I'm curious if there's already something like this or it sounds interesting. So, here goes nothing!