Poemsketch #2 - Ambiguously Blue

The color of sky,
The color of tears,
The color of hope,
The color of fears.

Reflecting emotion as a perfect mirror,
Reading your thoughts like a book,
Gaze into the blue and what do you see here?
Only what you think as you look.

Glance just once at our world,
In all it's manifold hues,
All over as life unfolds,
It's dominated by the color blue.

The color of peace,
The color of power,
The color of weeks,
The color of hours.

Shading all times,
Both happy and sad,
Coloring our lives,
Through the good and the bad.

And so today,
Blue as any other,
All I really have to say,
Is I am still the same color.

Scenesketch #1 - The Valley

Before you there lays an open field, full of green and yellow grasses, splashed with colors of various vibrant hues - bright violet, deep indigo, fiery red, and honeyed yellow, to name but a very few. This field lays within a valley, surrounded on three sides by titanic, majestic mountains, standing tall and mighty as if protecting the fragile beauty of the valley itself from the trepidations of the world outside. The mountains themselves are deeply forested and seem quite peaceful, a cool refuge from the heat of a midsummer sun, but the valley with it's colors attracts your eye and your fancy. As a refreshing breeze flows in from the far side of the valley, away from the mountains, it seems as though the very grasses and flowers themselves rise up in a joyful dance, swirling and swaying and rising up into the air. As you move further in to the field, you see that the far side is ended abruptly by a cliff. The cliff overlooks a vast ocean, shimmering blue and white with foam where it meets the base of the cliff. The breeze is coming from here, and you feel it on your face, clean and smelling just vaguely of sea-salt. It feels as though were you to jump, you could fly for an amazing eternity, before being embraced by the loving arms of the ocean, which longed to show you a whole other world, teeming with life and harmony. But that is for another day, and so, with the sun setting on this magnificent vista, you turn your back and return whence you came, as the creatures and plants of the night-time take up their own turn in this place.

Poemsketch #1 - Blank Pad

Here before me a blank pad,
It awaits as blank pads do.
Shall I fill it with rmablings mad,
Insights on a world brand new?

Or mayhap of tales long past,
Of rare courage, and soldiers few?
Sword on armor - a metallic clash!
As evil- and good-man both are hewn

Against the cliffs the sea-foams crash,
And on the grass is the morning dew.
Words I shall write, and pray they last,
Influencing thoughts with every group.