Painted Poetry

Haiku

Horizon Glow

As the night hours pass

The glow of the horizon

Will come to wake me

Sun Dried Tomato

My mother owns a garden

Where tomatoes of all sizes

Grow ripe in the sun

Merlot 

Delicate fingers

Raise a glass to red stained lips

In a toast to death

Acrostic

Mermaid's Tale

Myths are called myths for a reason, though
Everyone would like to prove one wrong,
Right?
Many times, we're told to start with the basics, like
Atlantis, Bigfoot, Chupacabra, the list goes on and on
Including the infamous Loch Ness Monster, but
Don't forget about mermaids, their existence having been questioned
Since days of old

Two groups are made up of believers and nonbelievers
Alas, if the latter happen to find themselves in a moonlit bay on a quiet evening,
Let's hope their beliefs are the ones that are true, or
Else they might wind up face to face with the contradiction to their belief

Free Verse

Traveling Blues

The traveler's eyes were crinkled at the corners

His skin worn, wrinkled, and leathery

His boots caked with mud from crossing the Blue Nile's sandy shores

The color of his Rapture Blue irises

Nearly matched the September Skies they'd watched for many years

He could finally say that now that he'd seen everything, he was as Right as Rain

Thunderstorm

It begins with the dark, charcoal gray clouds

Their anger has been building up for days, weeks, maybe even months

They blot out the celestial bodies in the sky with a passionate fury,

Only promising the release of these innocents once their fury is sated

Next comes the low rolling thunder that shakes me to my bones

It rattles the cages of the dead and echoes in the chests of the living

Following the thunder comes the sharp sting of lightening, it's fleeting appearance often leaving something burning or broken in its wake

After this argument comes a raging downpour, the rain cascading down in rivers and streams and leaving lakes and oceans

The water cleanses the anger and impurities from what has been angering the skies with such ferocity

And when the clouds are finally satisfied, the rain relents its force, and leaves the world green again