A WINDOW

A window to the world.

A window to beauty.

To snow-capped mountains.

To swan-filled lakes.

To pounding waves of the ocean.

To fields of flowers.

To adventure.

To romance.

Open the window.

Open your mind

to the possibilities.

Wake up your senses.

Can you see the rocks

along the shore?

Can you feel the ocean breeze?

Can you smell the flowers?

Can you feel the hot sun

on your face?

Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?

Can you taste the salty air?

I can.

DRIFT ALONE

coiour-my-world

by peter holme iii

I drift alone.

On the sea of many colors.

A mirror to the pastel sky.

The moon peeking from above.

Jealous of my supreme peace.

As I drift along in my boat.

On the sea of many colors.

A PLAN

Why am I never at a place like this?

Why am I always in a dark room typing?

We all make our choices,

and I have to live with mine.

Maybe…

Too many ‘maybes’ in this world.

I need one ‘could’,

and then I’m off to the tropical island.

On the way, I’ll throw my computer

into the depths of the blue, green water.

Sounds good to me.

Sounds like a plan.

TROPICAL PARADISE

d-iagnose

Oasis offers a tropical paradise.

Palm trees swaying in the breeze.

Bodies lying in the hot sun.

Baking to their hearts’ content.

Cool water to soothe their flesh.

Fresh water or salt on display.

The night brings the trade winds.

Accompanied by dark shadows.

Visitors to the Florida town.

Ready to play their nightly games.

A game for one or two.

It’s all up to you.

THE DEAD GAME