Starlings fly in flocks
Anticipating others direction changes
Twisting and turning in precision
A dance where they are ultra-aware of their companions
Scientists say each is cognizant of seven neighbors at a time
She was a lithe and lively flexible acrobatic cat.
She was doing exercises when her bench went splat.
It’s a worn-out pumpkin, it was time, said her mother.
It is November sixth, added her annoyed stepbrother.
But I thought it would stay forever, she said.
She had fallen on her tushy and landed on her head.
You can have another one next Halloween.
Now stop having a fit, they both said to the teen.
Night he loves for it brings him dreams,
Dreams that dawn with lingering hopes.
They tip toe, through the sleeping beams
And land his glamorous room, using ropes.
They steal in; tap gently his dozing heart;
Crawl in; and float in streams of thought.
Down the airy streams they glide so smart,
Guiding him to remain — gleefully afloat.
*Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 18, 2020)
Oct. 17, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (28)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
A shooting star is a blue orchid. At a Christmas party. But never in a fur coat. That would not be operable would it. Nevertheless a swinging peacock could disco dance in radiating beams from a single lamp. Heaping custard onto a crocus in a garden tent. How wise. How adoring. Scorn not a soldier in a basin. And wear ten ties. As it is often officially unsure what style of cloud will be passing. Gypsy skirted tigers sing beautifully and are always well presented. Operatic nerves of a small chimp waving. How quite quaint. Whilst the whipping of the breeze can smile in a teapot frame. Great. Clap then. Monstrous moons make minutes meekly. *** beak not a whale. *** operationally *** ha ha ha xx is a duck a dog? *** hexagonal mineral deposits xxxx aquarium ***
I balance myself on eternity ---
Like an acrobatic shaman ---
As time settles upon my shoulders ---
So I steady myself with redemption ---
As fate watches safely from below.
Swift
winds drift
parading
hopes cascading
lift
Zephyr's delight
caressing branches in the breeze
Zephyr's delight
Spirals of light
flickering shadows from the trees
Currents of erotic winds tease
Zephyr's delight
Spires
from mires
of gray sway
and receive thrills
as the soft whispered breath of Zephyr spills.
Rushing
Gushing
Fleeting
reeting
Zephyr races Rushing, Gushing through
He passes so Fleeting, Greeting few
Zephyr's
endless travels
across earth's face he'll stir
his caress gently unravels
wonder.
His winds entangled in the vines
that tickle`spines
and softly kiss
us with his bliss.
He sweeps the fields of golden corn
within the morn
and tickles grass
as he zips past.
Oh, Zephyr's voice around us trills
his sweet song spills
into a dance
of sweet romance.
Zephyr
Heavenly, immortal
Whirling, swirling, twirling
Grand, graceful Roman God; Grand Graceful Greek God
Whirling, swirling, twirling
Heavenly immortal
Aeolus
Forms used in this piece:
Stanza 1- Lanturne
Stanza 2- Rondelet
Stanza 3- tetratractys
Stanza 4- Tyburn
Stanza 5- cinquain
Stanza 6- minute poem
Stanza 7- diamante