poetry

Night Walk

By Amy Thomson

Fingers laced,
embraced
by navy glitter,
nothing bitter,
city sleeps,
no horn beeps,
no siren weeps,
no children wails,
just wagging tails.
Leash pulls
our lips apart,
again we start,
dog darts.
Giggles swallowed
as we follow
an excited pup
back home.

 

 

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poetry

Look At The Sky!

By Amy Thomson

Cumulus pillows

accumulate blue.

Form elephants and

ships and an escape

from the skyscrapers.

 

Cirrus feathers dust

the salmon ceiling,

glowing gold as they

sing goodnight to Sun

and welcome Miss Moon.

 

Actinoform bursts

of bright fireworks

form celebrations

for our green Mother,

and spill their smiles.

 

Nimbostratus eyes

cry tears that fill seas,

groaning and roaring

and begging and—Oh

please return to me!

 

Condensed sisters fight

and love and wander—

all oblivious

to the gaze of the

stardust specks below.

 

poetry

Fever

By Amy Thomson

Air thick with lazy heat,

And giggles full of ice cream treats.

Trees droop for summer nap,

With robins laying in their lap.

Sleepy sun melts down the sky,

The city gives a grateful sigh.

Sky is painted salmon pink,

Framed above the kitchen sink.

Sizzling grill begins to gleam,

Nourishing my summer dream.

Cups of laughter passed around,

Happiness is finally found.

poetry

Morning Commute

By Amy Thomson

Ice bites my cheeks as
fire fills my legs.
Zip through concrete trees
and metal creatures.
The black jungle floor
pops with yellow stripes.
Steel lions roar at
bulky sloth sedans
toting their babies.
The jungle’s eyes blink
red, green, and yellow.
My lungs start to burn,
begging for relief.
I kick my two-legged mule
into high gear,
streaming down the Broadway river.