Mist
On a Red Wave
Sitting on a red wave watching the wild lake where the colors are taking over. The brush is a wash of life. It’s a way of seeing everything that’s there. The artist did that. So does the book I’m reading. The people I speak with. The boat that’s heading home. The flight of the birds and the flying fish who seem to be the same. When will it rain I’m wondering? So the whole world can change. The red wave becoming a blue one All the colors following the boat. Maybe soon. Up there on that red wave. I pray. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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Sweet Music
…THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies... ALFRED TENNYSON, LORD TENNYSON Speak Up · POP ETC https://youtu.be/gDmubAFyA2k?si=ifAPgDEJfZsO129O
Circa. 2023
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Mist
Entwined, as the descending mist enters me. On my skin it wraps around and touches, the feel of mist on my tongue. Entwined my eyes close to see in a new way. Standing there I am mist. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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