moon and stars above
warm summer night breeze blowing
arms wrapped around me
closeness makes my body weak
your breath, the warm breeze, I melt
our hearts together
beat now as one forever
till death do us part
A Mesh Of Forms Contest of Russell Sivey
Written by Carol Brown 03/22/2012
Using the forms Tanka & Senryu
1st Place Winner
Deep down in my soul
My feelings I can't control
You've given me hope
Allow me to better cope
Making this broken heart whole
Hope, Faith, and Love Tanka Contest
hushed breaths draw ebbing tide,
soft virgin sands, un-walked and damp, shine.
A delicate filigree of silvery brine
brings an interlude where grief and beauty entwine,
gently swaying between now and then.
Thoughts of ‘remember when’
Scattered far and wide,
bygones shimmer in rock pools,
scents on breezes ride...
elusive remnants of love
under bitter-sweet moonlight.
There is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs,
where troubles disappear in ocean’s sighs
and hopes return with happiness inside.
Where shades of blue, and rose hues coincide
to nurture promises of sweet reprise,
there is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs.
A haven to reflect on love’s divide,
recall that smile, the twinkle of those eyes
with fondness, then let woven dreams arise
with threads of gilded memories to guide...
this is the place where reveries reside.
**For Jared Pickett's Trois Par Huit /Tanka/Rondel contest
Lilies were lifting
white faces up to the sun.
I gazed up at him
as he leaned down to kiss me. . .
He - a white knight - was the one.
White - A Love Story
White was the blanket on which we lay
under the clouds of that warm April day.
White were the lilies perfuming the air.
How happy was I - my white knight was there.
Summer arrived; on sand gleaming white
we lay in the sun and kissed until night.
White was the gold of the ring that I wore
and bright like the love of the one I adored.
White was the dress I carefully chose
for our special day, and white was the rose
he placed on our bed, its sheets - white as milk -
were smooth like his skin and woven in silk.
White was the snow our first Christmas day
before all the whiteness got swept away!
In the dark casket, his face seemed so pale
as I bent to kiss my true love farewell.
At My White Knight’s Grave
into stone cold ground
his black casket was lowered. . .
snow fell all around
Inspired by Anthony Slauson's Whiteness Poetry Contest
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
come to me by night
when the world has gone to sleep
~in my bed I wait~
come blanket me with your love
rock me awake to passion.
this shell for your ear
on a cold winter’s morning
echoes of summer
listen, and recall our nights
cradled by sand, veiled by stars
“Hope springs eternal”
a wise elder said to me
I never forgot
a strong cornerstone of faith
hope is found when needed most
I did not “find God”
faith was always part of me
in good times or bad
faith allows us to feel love
even for those who are foes
love is amply strewn
by all who have hope and faith
the blessed trio
travel lifelong together
escort us to heaven’s gate
*Written August 25, 2014
Pressed in rice paper tightly
A tomb of beauty
Memory of Geisha's heart
Tsunami tears in albums...
the empty pillow
white line on finger
that used to shine