Every Thought Everyday

Looking Up Clear by C. Lombai There, is a painting of blues and whites. Set your eyes high, put it in your sight. The warm, blinding sun should shine its light. The cool, soothing breeze blows from this height. Such beauty! A while ago. Again. Birds flying over are not a stain To this wonder, changing with the wind. They pause to look, from work, they rescind. While I float in the river I see, Relaxed, and squinting: "What a beauty!" I find it also in my country, Beauty you'll find right in Italy.

Right Rotation by C. Lombai Scowling, across the bright, moving screen, Involuntary twitch--pleasure green, You should be on top, there you I've seen. Four sides on a square; where have you been? You're smile will change. Right, you're beautiful. Lost goals and desires--dutiful? Can't understand; subs, unhelpful. Flower? Down, roots; up, petals artful. When you rotate, do you distort too? A flash of light and a pose will do. You capture subjects like in a zoo. Nature's upside-down; web, spider's poo. At home on your phone in the background. Vulcan shows you he's always around. Right, I love you, do I stutter proud? If I stutter, I should not be loud. Emoji, too, has one of its own. Top, the sad lips; down, the eyes are shown. On your behest, while I'm on my throne. When I go down, you serve me, I groan. There's no right rotation, now I know. Even when he's in the square, the foe? The natural way is gravity. Easy gestures, words; unhindered, free....