Hawaii
Miles of black landscapes
lava coming down the hill
black sandy beaches
Sound of heavy storm
waves smashing against rocks
hot and blue sky day
Memories of my Grandma
Smell of old books
the clock goes bing-bang, bing-bang
oxygen machine
The imagery in your first two poems are pretty good, I can imagine the scene well.
ReplyDeleteAnd the last one was good too I could figure out the event before reading the title. Also the I like the onomatopoeia.