I wade into the surf and stand alone
Enfolding in my arms, the dust of You
I hear the raving wind lament and moan
As if the summer storm is mourning, too
I breathe your wispy ashes as they're thrown
And whisper your name softly while I do
I lost you once, and now I've lost again
As all my tears are lost ... in summer rain.
** Submitted October 12, 2017, for the "Rhyme Battle: IX" Poetry Contest, Juli-Michelle, Sponsor. **
** FIRST PLACE in the "Late September Standard" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
an afternoon nap
Short Form Contest
by Andrea Dietrich
17th May 2016
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
Already the leaves are staining red,
Blood, too thin, seeps through taut skin,
Capillaries weak walled and weeping;
Dying Summer bows proud head,
Emptied of green glory;
Filled, fiery cauldrons blaze red-orange,
Golden flamed tongues glowing.
How harsh that she must fly
Into the great beyond,
Jettisoned like a human soul
Killed before its time.
Letting go, whether fast or slow,
Makes no variance in the pain;
Numbingly, it strikes the heart
Over and over again.
Passionate, she would linger,
Queenly in her floral gown,
Regaled for stunning splendor;
Sympathy never his approach,
Time beats a strong percussive stroke
Unstoppable, dispensed in quick cadence.
Valiantly she struggles, clinging,
While wild winds hew each leaf down;
Xylogenous lichen sparsely veils
Yearning limbs laid vulnerable and bare:
Zephyrus and Chloris frolic there no more.
Note: Zephyrus, the gentle god and personification
of the west wind, the bringer of light spring and
summer breezes in Greek mythology; he abducted
and fathered children with the goddess Chloris and
gave her the domain of flowers.
Xylogenous - living on or in wood
Copyright, August 15, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
His lover, sits and waits there by the water, singing her song.
Outstretched hands, reaching towards the horizon, wishing him home.
If only, she could raise him up, reclaim summer, from the deep.
For Debbie Guzzi's, Sijo Strings contest. First attempt at this form.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
Wet leaves of summer
where death crept, silent and slow
And our palm held tears fell down
Covering each leaf
staining them with our sadness
the cold winds blow them away
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017