There,aslant, lacquered deep blue
Glistening sea
Summer, your burning footprint!
Gilds what grassed is.
Miles off. Yet of whose own course
As wide sail's tact
Across , sheer garbed, mark Lady Wind's
Blowy ran bliss.
It stormed. Whose stamp, wetter now
Like a hot iron
Neath what bare for our child-sized
Steams up a road.
No heart since, less welcoming
Than before shuts on!
Hear our delight - with 'ows' and 'ahs'
On does ever goad.
Intimidates the spirit
Too bright, brazonly shocking
Your lone view of it?
"No. Not when so high aslant
Does through cirrus, storm-puffed cloud
Either way enchant.
Whenever I visit my aunt
She asks if the frames are aslant
Every wall I inspect
And in jest interject
Precise - bar The Storm by Rembrandt!
Our thoughts, cloud-rived musings
Transcend the mundane
With this, mountainy
Rise; inspiringly.
Higher, what for them are
Freer, world-detached
With these, winged aslant
Sent. More effective!
Swallows sunward. Till
Mind for peace is still.
Lark-winged, Day's welcoming gesture
Aslant the sun, vivid etched.
Like clear-cut silhouette.
Gift to the land's early riser.
Hope's sign, through its own bright, warm
Song-bursting. Expands yet.
There lived a country mouse
In a catawampus house
With roof aslant
From back to front
And crooked walls as well.
He did not mind at all
Running circles in the hall
He kicked at peas
And nibbled cheese
Then groomed his hair with gel!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A Nursery Rhyme 2023
Your Majesty
Loitering aimless with shameless indolence
to life and love.
Passing time dreaming extreme on silent scream.
Startled on your graceful gait, pretty perfect.
Cast an aslant glance on admiration.
Received reciprocation with your insolent gaze.
Yet I can’t help but to praise.
Now to revel:
Me roaming bathed in romantic aroma
on reverence to your Majesty.
I left my heart at your mercy.
It’s your choice whether to rejoice
or to ignore!
Yet I adore.
Again I am dreaming drinking desires
to see you abloom in my garden of love.
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
08/08/22. Fourth Place
Contest by Brian Strand
AWAKENING SLUMBERS
reflect
stark constraints
highlight
the
stillness
a contemplation
a synthesis
evolving
silhouetted
vaguely
transcending
experience
of reality
a repetitive rhythm
to emphasis
the options
in a poetic
dimension
scintillating
giving
stark relief
saturated
& allusive
oblique in
transition
to influence
the ascendant
impetuous
interplay
devolved by the
organic
slight& aslant
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Image of Free Heart And Love by Pixabay.
Continuance
Climbing waves crept ashore and stole our footsteps
yet prints went aslant, surrendered none to our
unbroken hearts in bottled notes cast adrift
~~boundless praised afar
Country road, a bit bumpy, grassy, pressed ground
yet spontaneous passion stays eternal
matching close limitless decorative spread
~~tough and tamed amour
Curtains flounce in the wake of teasing zephyrs
yet our infinite spirits perpetuates
as the energies overwhelm and control
~~our love is endless
Chaotic episodes choke in riddled voids
worthless babble festers o'er empty pages
yet unsung strength fills the bottomless inkwell
~~unwavering writes
Coins flick to the bottom of a wishing well
ere sparkles, hopes hang on first in the night sky
candles on cakes, wishbone breaks, touch blue come true,
~~us everlasting
2021 June 04
*1st Place*
All Yours (June 14)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 13
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Endless
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 June 13
Particles of ice dust, high in the atmosphere
Surrounded by vapor, condensing on it’s skin
More and more, they coalesce together
Forming rain clouds, of tiny droplets within.
Growing heavier, reaching saturation point,
Impossible to defy, gravity’s taking over,
Falling from skies, in critical mass formation
Turning into a mist, drizzle starts to pour.
Running for cover, not wanting to get soaked
Standing in a doorway, but shelter is scant
Coming down sideways, I finally surrender
Drenched to the bone, keeps blowing aslant.
Puddles fill up, turning roads into rivers
Gutters overflow, creating makeshift streams
Big lorry races by, causing a tidal wave
Gone beyond caring, don’t bother to scream.
Kicking high water, all along the footpath
Perhaps I’m actually, standing in the sea
Almighty flash, then terrific roar of thunder
Oh give me a fishing rod, catch my own tea.
By
David Kavanagh
Tea English = afternoon meal
Soft day Ireland = heavy saturating drizzle
There is a need for quietness today,
time drapes itself in velvet curtains.
I must move aslant if anywhere needs
to be somewhere.
I listen to my neighbors toilet flush,
It takes a long time for the sound
to drain away and refill
and I dream between that rise and fall.
There is space for listening dreams,
the trash compactor chews on longer,
when I switch it off
bellows breathe in and out
yesterdays hurried meal
speaks on, moments explore
newly opened pocket.
This is not silence
yet sounds move upon carpet slippers,
not muffled
but heightened by being
more awake
to a lower registry of depth.
I guess it is I
who creates this lengthening,
this processional unwinding of
of unremarkable seconds,
yet the distance between them explodes
into acronyms,
labels
for each
eavesdropping deliverance.
IN ZEST AND ZEAL
Be positive, not negative.
Go active: Fittest to survive.
Never turn stagnant or static.
Run dynamic, optimistic.
Interact bold to act with tact.
Self- dependence is strongest fact.
Busy life not in indolence.
Easy throw gaining confidence.
Dance delight casting aslant glance
Frolic freelance, not to miss chance.
With zest and zeal, always in thrill.
Work ceaseless, desires to fulfill.
Head erect, mind pure, brain directs
Respect Morals and let dictate.
Be precise, something to surmise.
Success in progress: No surprise.
03/19/20
TEARDROP
Fast I was passing on my ways
Cast silently a glance aslant.
Past present future all made pause.
Last look on teardrop to enchant.
Tear rolling on your cheek and chin
Here I got stunned in dilemma.
Cheer up please, oh my fair fairy.
Dear! Me whelmed in your charisma.
Lure of your charm mesmerized me
Your sorrowful face made a frown.
Pure was your ethereal look
Sure, me sinking about to drown.
Met you by grace of destiny.
Let fate unite us: Great favor.
Wet eyes sent me divine message.
Get along with me for ever.
Ache in my heart, passion oozing
Break silence, amour not to die.
Take my hand to your hand, I plead.
Make our love to fly soaring high.
02/01/20
Third Place
'Writing Prompt,Let's Write a Lento' Contest by Dear Heart
prt 8 9 10
a vignette
of rarity
a triptych
in parallel
reflections
in credo
a dream
adgio
lively
an example
as aslant
axion of victoy
as identity
not sequestered
complex
not imagined
or implied
divine
ability
enchants & conquers
& endures
individual faith
divined
so personal
just now
so appropriate
recalled
in prayer
informally confessed
a
proven
present
priority
I'm falling out of love with you. I can't
keep going the way it was aslant
the axis of your life. From now on
we're getting distant, following along
the timeline till the relativity
of spaces, the euclideanity
of times and rhymes abate the pain of fall,
of out, of love, of with you, if at all.
Angels in black are crying down on us
from heaven. Angels, don't make such a fuss
about us. You are immortal, though,
you do not know what the mortals know:
what is below is like that what's above.
When love has gone, we go away with love.
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