bare feet in field.
Flowers smelling sweetly.
Many a treasure lies concealed.
Only on close inspection it will yield
sun drenched nooks and crannies of unexpected fun.
Under craggy rock, verdant glade revealed
flora and fauna sceptre wield.
Weary soul healed
jangling amulets sold at market
moths flit in the gathering dusk – a belfry of bats feasts
of the sea
is overpowered by the
watermelon fragrance of newly mowed lawn
the cherry blossoms wither in morning sun – green buds appear
singing loudly -
rain brought us huddling together for warmth.
My heart rips as in an icy gale while your joyful smile melts the pale.
flowers are nodding in breeze at window
Cherry blossom stones reveal core beauty, reminder of transient spring.
I have yearned
the last colour
Pink Lady encapsulating autumn
milk bottles in a huddle on the step – a blue tit pecks the foil
dusty windowpanes protect against the wind chill – raindrops streak the view
in darkening room,
casts shadows formerly unseen;
amplifying the sinister darkness around me,
which makes me wonder if it is the light I’m seeking, or the comfort of ignorance?
the Seine is
your blue eyes
I can’t tear my
gaze from your
sensual kissable mouth
My thoughts gallop in a sea of confusion.
Reality swims at the ocean’s edge of consciousness.
A collage of my poetry over the past 3 years. Happy Christmas to PoetrySoup. ~Su
The rose colour of your mouth
stirs something primordial inside of me –
I smile along with you.
Plump little hands reach for my face.
I hold still
while you explore my heart with a feathery touch.
When you are asleep,
I look over the papers of your college fund.
We could make it
if we would forsake frivolities.
It will be no hardship for me to do so.
I smile contentedly.
The boxer puppy lying at my feet;
its stomach pink and extended:
he ate too greedily
You will grow up together
and share our unconditional love.
The cricket bat,
signed by the national team,
takes pride of place in its brackets on your bedroom wall –
a pale dove blue
(matching the colour of your eyes).
A gift from your dad –
sure that you would follow in his footsteps.
A rainbow of possibilities prostrate at your feet.
I check every now and again
whether you are breathing.
neither a frown upon your smooth face,
nor a care in the world.
Your long, black eyelashes quiver slightly,
as though following a dream –
a dream we all shared:
a dream of boundless expectations …
Exhuming long forgotten memories;
mingling with my fevered tears –
echoing my breaking heart.
They lead you away.
Assaulting the arresting officer
had sealed your fate.
best laid to rest
together with the memories of you.
The sky has lost its colour,
as I step outside the courtroom.
Closer By Chris Aechtner
“If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations”
3 July 2013
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Referential
A is for atom, the smallest particle of an element which we could observe
B is for B Physics, the study of particles containing the *bottom (b) quark, which swerve
C is for colour, a property of quarks and gluons – but colour as we can see, it is NOT
D is for dark matter, a name given to matter with gravity, but luminous it is not
E is for electrons, along with protons and neutrons, they are the building blocks of atoms
F is for flavour, leptons have three generations and quarks have six labels, one being bottom
G is for gravitational lensing, the presence of matter which warp space-time – an effect on light-rays wield
H is for Higgs boson (H): A particle that appears when sufficient energy is imparted to the Higgs Field
I is for IceCube (sic), a proposed extension of the AMANDA experiment which will be 10 times larger
J is for jettison, is to abandon or ditch any experiment which might jeopardise life and try harder
K is for K-Meson, the exotic strange (s) quark, sometimes also known as Kaons
L is for light-year, a measure of distance and not a measure of time, such as aeons
M is for mixing angles, the parameters that quantify how likely this is for flavours to transform
N is for neutron, one of the ingredients of atoms in the nuclei, and having no electric charge, the norm
O is for oscillate, to move back and forth, move to and fro, or to swing - not barge
P is for proton, one of the ingredients of atoms in the nuclei, and having a positive charge
Q is for quark, one of the main ingredients of matter and posses spin and come in six flavours
R is for radiation, which is emissions, energy, waves and rays, and could possibly devour
S is for spin, a number that labels the intrinsic angular momentum of a particle rotating around its axis
T is for teraflops, a trillion floating point operations per seconds, in physics a measure or basis
U is for Uncertainty Principle: In quantum mechanics, there is an intrinsic uncertainty – a predicament
V is for veto detector, is a detector which is used for eliminating possible false signals in an experiment
W is for weak force, the most common manifestation of this force is beta decay and a proton arise
X is for Planet X, a term used for a planet, its existence about which is being theorised
Y is for Yahoo Search and other search engines made possible by physics
Z is for Z-boson, a gauge boson with no electric charge and it mediates the current basics
Nobel Prize winner for physics, Marie Curie, was 4 when she taught herself to read and write
Quantum physics is a branch of physics that uses quantum theory to get things just right
* See the About section for a picture of a Bottom Quark
Sponsor CYNDI MACMILLAN
Contest Name Z is for ZARIA: An ABC Couplet
I have no idea what level of literacy was intended for this contest. It varies from country to country - school to school.... I did these abecedarian poems for FUN :-)
In talent quite rich
The queen of prose and classic sonnet
A lady every inch, deserving her coronet
It’s dusky and smoky in the room.
People are talking too loudly,
laughing at a joke of which
the punch line was lost in the din.
I shift my weight on the stool –
the dimensions not quite fitting my shape.
My skirt rides up my thighs.
I leave it there and pick up a stare
from across the room.
Not quite sure if it was meant for me,
I notice a slumped punter
lift his glass in a salute.
I nod and turn reluctantly back
to my half empty glass on the counter.
A cautious tap on my shoulder
quickens my pulse.
It is late and my head is fuzzy
from the G & T’s, but this attention
is most definitely meant for me.
He mumbles sweet nothings.
Well, that is what it sounds like
through his whiskey breath slurring.
He picks up my flimsy wrap
and drapes it over my shoulders.
The touch from another human being
feels good on my naked skin.
I let him kiss me on the lips
and do not protest
when he calls for another round.
I cannot remember when last
someone has sweet talked me.
It is getting very late
and the prospect of being alone
fills me with dread.
In the dark corners of the bar
people are trying to expel
the mutual fear of being lonely.
Persona Literary Term refers to the narrator or speaker of the poem, not to be confused with the author - a narrative voice other than the poet tells the entire poem. The expression derives from the Greek word "persona" meaning mask. When the poet creates a character to be the speaker, that character is called the persona and the poet imagines what it is like to enter someone else's personality. This is an example of a poem where I have used persona.
It usually reflects the thoughts of the speaker and they are not necessarily the personal experiences of the poet, ie the poet places himself in the shoes of the other person and comments on a scene observed. It is a difficult format to write in as as the poet needs to keep in character throughout the poem and it tends to deviate from the usual voice of the poet.
a twisted tree
casts a single shadow -
mirage on horizon
death’s breath is warm
a welcome reprieve in the
winter of life
Sponsor: Charles Henderson
Contest Name: HAIKU 101 FOR NEWBIES TO HAIKU AND/OR POETRY SOUP CONTESTS
her gray hair bridges
the slate sky and tawny tide --
You walk on by; askance eye me,
which make my soul burn with desire.
Could stolen moment with you, be?
You walk on by; askance eye me.
Wish it were possible; not free –
We will burn in internal fire …
You, walk on by! Askance eye me,
which make my soul burn with desire.
the sparkling window
reflects the setting sun -
I dedicate this haiku to the very patient Debbie G. Thank you :-)