Firs reach up like brushes
to paint you a deeper blue
gulls drift on taut wings over
waves crumpling against rocky islets
myriads of small bright coloured boats
sidle around towering white ferries
your summer bounty
glints on every surface
fresh minted each day
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For John Looker
Grey is nothing
The dead zone between black and white
Grey is age
The old road surface, the unwanted hair
Gray is the softness of pregnant cloud
Gray puts on her evening dress
And goes dancing
Using her alter ego, silver
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The sky seduces me
fills my eyes.
Staring out at grey rains today
blessedly cooling
remembering white noons
brick red sunsets, lemon dawns
whales breaching, jellyfish jellying
wind in hair and lungs
exhilaration and joy
memories that tip toe in
hand in hand with all my loves and woes
happinesses, griefs.
I hum songs of the sky
her shadows and canvases
float in my own internal ocean
drift and dream.
Each time I see her, I am joy.
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
My poem “Calling Sky” has been published and is available in the April issue of Utopia Science Fiction online – https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/shop.
Thank you to the editor Tristan Evarts for publishing this poem which is very special to me…..
The Moon has just
blown a kiss to me
which spirals
and spurls across space
floats gently on the atmosphere
then sinks
is buffeted by winds
shot up and down in a thundercloud
finally to settle on my lips
cool blue sentiment
suffuses my body
places moonbeams in my hair
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Today I’ve arranged to breakfast with the sky
we haven’t been talking much lately and
so need some alone time together
in her lovely blue halls cushioned with fluffy cumuli
although blue is probably not her best colour
at breakfast, she’s more into yellow and rose.
Trouble is, she gets up so early and those of us who
don’t need to rise for work tend to sleep in….
I wonder if that’s why she’s been so distant to me?
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Let me lie here
Open to the sky
Counting blessings
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The image is built in a series of layers
First, a pale blue wash across the sky
Then, broad brush strokes of pale icy cirrus
With pen details of contrails crossing At the midpoint
Broken colours of cumulus, grays dark and light
Inky smudges along the horizon
All above a darkened landscape
Washes of Greens
Inked in hedges
Occasional highlights
Painting left unsigned
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Reblogged from 2016
Vibrant green swoops
thread across arching dark
curtain across stars.
Hissing over snow glazed land
Aurora, herald of the sun
our lady of the night
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Clouds herald dawn with flame and gold
escort the sun, clothe mountains
paint landscapes with flying shadows
move in silent and solitary grandeur
or blanket the sky
are torn and hurled by wind and storm
unvaried, cloudless skies stifle and suffocate
clouds are the artists of the sky
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