Here is a new style of poetry:
The leaf in spring is green
luscious and ripe are the fruit it bears
a merry boy dances in the distance
to the humming of the bees
A grey cloud tiptoes over
sprinkles her magic powder
and a brilliance fills the tree
the boy runs under the tree, finding shelter
Lazy dogs lie by the tree
while the boy looks for exciting bugs
the cloud is gone and the sun laughs
the dog lifts his ear, attentive
A hollow voice echoes, the mother calling
the boy pays no mind to the silly woman
fields of fun are gracing my presence
lunch is of no concern . . .
The dog looks into the puddle
his right eye obstructed by a leaf
he licks the water, sending ripples aside
the boy dances in the leaves, to a small gust
Snoozing, the boy and dog lie
a familiar cloud waves lovingly
behind him is a menacing shadow
with a high pressure system in tow
The former cloud tightens his belt sucks in air; and blows
the protection of the tree is all the boy has left
lightning is abound and the boy cannot escape
a stray bullet of light strikes the tree
A guilty cloud ponders his actions
a dead, lost dog licks a dead boy under a dead tree
the cloud is dissipated
by an implosive conscience
Thanks for reading.
DJ
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