Day: April 8, 2015

Dead Calm

Dead calm

No waves

Thoughts stray to the next wind

Stillness paints quite a strong picture

Perfect blues

Perfect Sun

Perfect day


Dead calm

No breeze

Only thing left are the clouds

Occasionally a fly by of gulls

Perfect sanctuary

Perfect form

Perfect day


Dead calm

No loneliness

I’m now missing only the winds

A breeze to blow me home

Silent smile

Perfect day

Dead calm

© D J Lowemaqn 2015


Forest Dream

I run through the forest

In the darkest of the night

This dream,

Has no ending of importance

This traveler has a journey

But, nowhere to go to

Deeper and deeper,

Until the trees shade out all moonlight

And the forest’s sounds consume

And all is peaceful

Until I wake up

To the sounds of a lifeless city

All the grunts and groans

The racket

The mischief

And the morning

© Dicky J Loweman 2015