Write above me*

Write above me*

Gaze above, I look upon a vast sky

Heaven that is seen, reflected in my eyes

Background stays still a vibrant blue

Focus my attention in what is in view

I see a rhythm moving in its fluidity

Paper is that background and the clouds, words in poetry

Dom*Colucci © 2015

Nothing possess itself to be free*

Nothing possesses itself to be free*

The day has come with brilliance in its light

To steal the darkness that was in the night

To expose the treasures to be seen in the day

And to clear many obstacles along the way

Yet it cannot be dominant to stay so strong

It must follow its own path and move along

It is its own well being that pulls it away

To have its shadow come once again here to stay

So once again as we knew it to be so soon

It is the arrival of passion from a glowing moon

With this moon it tries to possess the jewels in space

But all it can do is let them dangle around its face

To desire for possessions and all its treasures

One cannot hold onto them for their own pleasure

Dominance is not almighty, it is balance that sees

Let go of all things and leave them alone to be free

Dom*Colucci 2015

Colors that see a blank*

Colors that see a blank*

Alive it came as it was once upon a time

Spring was in the air and all a fluid rhyme

Bursting from its tips, life in the trees

Opening up and setting it free

Time continued on and green came from the lumber

A little warmer in the temps, oh yes this is summer

Lazy days by river banks and longer nights too

So much life around now all was in view

But these two seasons rapidly come by fast

Seems only a memory soon, this does not last

But something is changing once again in its will

Nights losing their warmth as need a blanket for the chill

Yes colors came and the trees had them all around

It went from green, red, orange, yellow and brown

The clothes of nature gone, soon exposed

A blank canvas comes again I suppose

So this indeed was old man winter coming soon

The sun was hiding more to bring on the moon

Lowering the temps were crystallizing the air

Snow flakes in stock, from clouds everywhere

But old man winter wished his vengeance to release his cold

To bring on frozen fields with Jack Frost so bold

Hence the snow came and fell in collection

More of it knew of its own direction

Now there was no more fall, summer and spring

Harshness with burdens covered nature's things

All one seen an empty canvas with no more paint

Old man winter's color was white to taint

Dom*Colucci © 2015