Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
Categories:
adagios, appreciation, art, beauty, fantasy,
Form: Monoku
Snowfall prancers
Ballerina dancers
Gracefully, they pirouette in the air
Frosted crystals, though never a pair
Scene enhancing
Vision entrancing
Ballet romancing
Costumes white
Tumbling flight
Snowflakes flew in for their audition
Each posed in an Arabesque position
Swift Allegros
Slower Adagios
Pointed tiptoes
Emerging sun
Recital done
With risen mercury, the sunlight pelted
Each tiny snowflake had been melted
Ballerinas lost
Tragic Holocaust
Performance tossed
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January 3, 2021
Trinet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
adagios, dance, snow,
Form: Verse
morning glories play
sweet summer adagios
listen with your heart
Categories:
adagios, flower, nature,
Form: Haiku
MUSIC TO MY SOUL
I can feel music in the air
It resonates in my heart
Their notes floating through my soul
Bringing forth thousands of rhymes
From Adagios to andantes and allegrettos,
Their poetry flowing through my fingers
In guitar strings or piano keys
It's like a magic feeling, overflowing my veins
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February 04, 2017
5th Place in the Contest Music To My Soul
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Categories:
adagios, music, passion,
Form: Free verse
Elusive Gold
What was I to do
Ready when I was born
the message moved slower
as I labored faster
Every year It asked
why do you not hear
It tried in multiple tongues
dreams
thinking
asking
shouting
But
My shattered wings ceased to fly
unable to lift
severed imaginings
mired judgment
buried senses
another broken heart
Yet
Somehow
the scales of being
this weighing tray
opposite hunger
righted itself
balance appeared
No longer mere weight of spent symbols
colored brushstrokes seeking perfect hue
scored adagios desperate for scherzo's flight
vacuous words scribed upon lonely pages
Never again would patience be lost
dreams left abandoned
sunrise avoided
silence deemed enemy
The elusive lightness of soul
tilted the scales ever so gently
ever so lightly
opening eyes
where a mist of tearful memories
escaped the prison of self pity
Love arrived
Categories:
adagios, love,
Form: Free verse
Steel kiss from phantom blades abounding,
Adagios anguished, lick, resounding,
Fierce hammers rage, in Darkness pounding-
In the hour of my night.
My beggared soul to grim remand,
Nestles deep 'neath an ebon sand,
Where gaunt and ghostly jackals stand-
In the hour of my night.
With chaliced draught of Desolation,
Toasting Twilight's coronation,
Embraced! Poor heart's disconsolation-
In the hour of my night.
Gone, frailest hope to shadows tame,
When murmurs soft, this beast its name!
Fair Dawn droops spent, and mute, and lame-
In the hour of my night.
Categories:
adagios, depression, introspection, loss,
Form: Rhyme