Love is...

Feelings in color
blues, yellows and reds
qualia as an evening sky.

From raging and tender
from the past to present
intense sometimes ineffable.

Love is an experience
a passion or flirt
from which we grow.

TJ

NOT MY USUAL ROUTINE

NOT MY USUAL ROUTINE [prompt by poem a day ]

Swimming in a sea of blue

Stunned by the moment

I could not help but notice

the difference is the details.

What I thought was an oyster

turns out to be a pearl.

Anyone else? A not my usual routine write?

Acrostic Poetry ; Rain

Acrostic Poetry

Rolly clouds
Air quickly changes
Inside plan engaged
Not a moment to soon.

RAIN

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