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.