Amidst thy grassy sea,
Stands a lone cottonwood tree.
A man of red–
His many feathers
Scatter like dust–
Away in the wind.
Amidst thy cottonwood tree,
Lies a man who once was free.
A man of blue–
My musket, aflush
A sacred scarlet–
Stricken with iron.
‘Thy brother’s blood crieth unto me.’
My blank canvas,
Suspends in time–
For I – I
Hath begotten flames–
Unto this rich plain
Of gold.
My brother in red–
He is dead–
And my sin hath killed him.
In shaking tears,
I run out into the sky–
Chasing his feathers.
Categories:
aflush, culture, native american, nature,
Form: Free verse
The waves&her
Along the waves she ambles
Prevailing the ocean elysian
The longing feel of a hiraeth
Sensual, her cheeks aflush; An inamorata.
She gently rubs her eyes and sees-
the bewitching phosphenes:
Ludic, And apricate.
Among the waves she stood, in-stillness.
The aurora reflecting on her eyes.
In werifesterias, she questions and halts,
The alexithymia she relishes
Then she ruminates with a glee.
The ocean flows mellifluous-
Dulcet. So orphic.
Away from the waves she walks,
Ephemeral, on the way to her metanoia
Absquatulate.
Categories:
aflush, 12th grade, appreciation, assonance,
Form: Free verse
The Gentle Ride
A light breeze brushed and passed me by
As I rode along the timeless scene,
I marvelled at the pellucid sky,
A light breeze brushed and passed me by.
And overhead I saw a swallow fly,
Effortless, supreme; so very serene.
A light breeze brushed and passed me by,
As I rode along the timeless scene.
On Your Bike
Shifting the steed, hammering the knee
Rainbow warrior leading the quest,
Passing by Mrs Fay Randonee
Shifting the steed, hammering the knee.
Peloton 'sham-Wahs sitting pretty,
Waiting for the ultimate test.
Shifting the steed, hammering the knee
Rainbow warrior leading the quest.
Two Wheels Gone.
On the velocipede with various speed
Sat a dandy horse astride in tweed.
Mrs Penny Farthing, her derrier aflush
Her bone shaker making her all ablush.
Some say she's as daft as a brush,
Many would say she oft dillydallied
On the velocipede with various speed
Sat a dandy horse astride in tweed.
Categories:
aflush, imagery,
Form: Triolet
Poetry paints; words are its brush,
capturing the song of a thrush
with lines that embellish its tune,
praising the beauty of the moon;
while giving Mars its reddish blush.
A wordsmith can make sad tears gush
slowing life down, no need to rush,
whiling away the afternoon;
poetry paints.
When poetry paints, readers shush
boisterous crowds, biding them hush
and listen to the words commune
feelings that can make ladies swoon,
their alabaster cheeks aflush;
poetry paints.
Categories:
aflush, 10th grade, art, beauty,
Form: Rondeau
every existent conceivability
aflush, for you, wise magistrate, disposable.
in comes reason:
out-gums reasonability.
you
are so
full of
delightful spirits of unseasoned giving.
the turkey disrobed
stuffing eagerly
cranberry
(sauce)
you have smeared christmas
on your face because
you rolled the paper ripe for wrapping.
12/13/2018
Categories:
aflush, poets,
Form: Free verse
The Old Painter
sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see
where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still
a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun
I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only mime
I still can hear cicadas' whine
but yearn for yellow celandine
tho memories fade, my spirit thrives
aflush! my paintings will survive!
Categories:
aflush, time,
Form: Couplet