The Color of Change

Sometimes I like to sit and brood,

Unnamed anxieties shaping my mood -

The silver light of dusk invades

Quiet thoughts as daylight fades.

Indigo hues seamlesly change into

Hammered gold of infinite range.

The master alchemist casts His spell

In a sky-sized abalone shell.

Though the sun fulfills

Its life-giving role,

The colors of Sunset

Feed my soul.

Whose Mind is it, Anyway?

I have the right to smoke if I want to, I have a mind to know what I like.

My friends all do it, so it cant be wrong to Try out the new stuff, just a short flight.

But then it came to me, if I had that right, I also could say, Im not the type

To mess up my life for a moment of pleasure, To bow to their will, to give in to the pressure .

If they want someone to follow, let them feel free,

If I want someone to control my life

Then I want it to be me.

Alison's Eyes

The blue of a mountain sky at dawn,

The azure sheen of a Delft new-born,

A glint of ice in an antarctic glacier,

In the shimmering depths of a cobalt racer.

A blue so blue as a rare gentian flower,

My mind grows faint in their reflected power.

Those Irish eyes so wild and free,

If by chance they would turn toward me.

I like to write poems for the masses. Rhyme helps move the poem forward but never at the expense of meaning.

Author:: Kenneth C. Hoffman
Keywords:: Sunset
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