The Literary Review
Technicolor Aspirations
You are restless once again, as one day changes into another. I watch, as you roll about the bed, take up the most space, leave me with an inch or two along the side. In the darkness of the night, I watch as your mind fills with images of the past and unknown future. You wake, but for a moment from vaporish, shady dreams with a cast of suspects, who will make appearances in a poem. On a bad night, you will relive the past, make amends, on a good night, visons of splendor. Your dreams are technicolor aspirations. Your courage never dissipates. I am awake most of the night, as you rock and roll about the bed in the flora and fauna of your mind. I thought I should let you know that I appreciate the passion of your dreams, of you, of your life.
- g e Reutter
You
The beauty that is you
draws me near each day.
The smile
that took away darkness.
Eyes brighter than the Milky Way
on a clear night.
The touch that warms my skin
that once was so cold.
Beautiful words
that resonate in me each day.
I wake, look for you
feel your presence.
You,
who can be silly
as a teenage girl.
You,
who write words
for the ages.
You,
whose inner beauty
has exploded.
You,
whose blossom is as gorgeous
as a large sunflower.
You,
who hold my heart in
your hands.
You.
- g e Reutter
Glimmer
Silence broken by thunder’s roar.
Rain falls in a torrent
stops abruptly
humidity thickens.
And you
gaze at vivid colors that
saturate sky, dance
under two rainbows
with no beginning or end.
As
colors grow intense,
you glimmer, illuminate
the street, as
beautifully as the rainbow
lights up the sky.
- g e Reutter
