1442 Contest 2-1-26 Aubergine is a deep purple color.
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1442
In a midnight jubilee of snows
When Aurora's magic flows
In her empty realm of white
Her colors leap in ebbs and flows.
Her magic splashes through the nights
She decorates with neon delights
A chartreuse rush - a ruby storm
Gossamer flashes soar the heights.
Electric flares born from solar storms
Gather in her slender forms
With corals, reds and shapes of greens
Her artic light show, new art forms.
Through this portal - dark astral scenes -
Her kaleidoscope flies and then careens
In waves of handsprings through glacial skies
And love notes written in aubergines.
Veggies are ripening in the greenhouse:
Cabbage and turnips,
Aubergines, tomatoes, onions and cucumbers.
Purple foxgloves and blue hollycocks blooming in the yard,
Surrounded by pots of roses.
The watcher’s camera now shows the road
A typical village lane, lined by pretty cottages
How far is it to the sea from here?
I shouldn’t be questioning. Whatever it takes
My roads are circled in any direction I take.
Coming out and in, I distinguish the forms
contours and volumes.
Perhaps it happens automatically
But I like to think I do it consciously
Making each day different from one another.
I might be getting dyslexic
It’s a bit worrisome, though I don't bear
Any high concerns about it.
Maybe I should, but taking it as it comes
Delivers a brighter impression.
An hour before dawn,
the market people arrive
then settle like nestling birds
beside the Ping river.
Girls squat over large straw hats,
hats brimful of dried chilies
or small freshwater fish.
They lay down bamboo mats
laden with okra, aubergines, mangosteens
and rambutan.
They are not from Chiang Mai
but are a Thai hill peoples,
villagers that have cycled through the night
to bring their produce here.
Carefully they wrap your choices
in newspaper bundles tied
with red raffia.
They offer this livelihood to us
with modest smiles.
A daily subsistence parceled with a grace
that can be felt as a currency, a simple act
of transference.
A few coins are exchanged.
The barter and haggle
of a busy city market is absent here
just the affable contact
of a hand to hand correspondence.
A mutual recognition
of the rivers that join us
and the oceans between.
An hour before dawn,
the market people arrive
then settle like resting birds
beside the Ping river.
Girls squat over large straw hats,
hats brimful of dried chilies
or small freshwater fish.
They lay down bamboo mats
laden with okra, aubergines, mangosteens
and rambutan.
They are not from Chiang Mai
but are a Thai hill peoples,
villagers that have cycled through the night
to bring their produce here.
Carefully they wrap your choices
in newspaper bundles tied
with red raffia.
They offer this livelihood to us
with modest smiles.
A daily subsistence parceled with a grace
that can be felt as a currency, a simple act
of transference.
A few coins are exchanged.
The barter and haggle
of a busy city market is absent here
just the affable contact
of a hand to hand correspondence.
A mutual recognition
of the rivers that join us
and the oceans between.
Scented Leaves
Flowery fragrance sorts divisive airflow and cooperates amidst plethoric aubergines that bathe breathlessly, brushing raised exemplars of strewn unfurled chartreuse fronds, lain in the wake of humble pattered feet enthralled in its tangy betrothed crisp path,
Ingratiating themselves against engaging tickles of countless laddered leaves being crushed, bursting citrus piquant squirts that flavors a blessed orangey tawny forest of verdurous lime greens and lemony leaflets of carpeted existence essences,
Autumn gifts a luminous prism of extraordinary combinations touching rainbow eyes to favor, and unimaginable pleasure of incalculable noses to savor, as per crowning Heaven, immerse its creation re sun-drenched over-shades lathered in a pool of multiple redolences.
2019 November 12
*1st Place*
SCENTED LEAVES
~~Kim Rodrigues
Mr TURNIP AND Ms AUBERGINE
Mr Turnip was on a aubergine-free diet
Ms. Aubergine on a Turnip-free quiet
Both were on a stroll
And Opened their scroll
Sold turnips and aubergines to Hotel Hyatt
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14 OCTOBER, 2014
I was looking at some words and their meanings in the dictionary
Some of them are weird and extraordinary
Didgeridoo- Australian Aboriginal musical instrument that can play a tune or two
Ratatouille- Dish of stewed onions, courgettes, tomatoes, Aubergines and peppers, sounds chewy
Splendiferous- good, splendid, or even wonderfullerous
Zonk- tired, exhausted, tipsy, better stay of the plonk
Antidisestablishmentarianism- to object against the severing of links between the church and the state, if you can spell this correctly first time, then I think you are great
pneumonoultramiccroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis_ A dubious disease of the lung, I think you would be out of breath' if this was a lyric in a song
Aren't words wonderful, you can have a lot of funderful
Through the cracks in my paving
I'm growing lemon thyme
The rosemary I'm saving
In my cooking will taste divine.
Apple mint and dill, Parsley and chives
Basil and coriander, Oregano and sage
The fragrances in our gardens
Stay with us all our lives.
Some strange people call them egg plants
but aubergines are their real names
My courgettes and tomatoes
Now planted in cold frames.
Delphinium in the borders
Magnolia and roses too
Chrysanthemum and dahlia
Arriving right on queue .
Sweet pea near the back wall
Climbers of every kind
Seeing my cherry tree's in full bloom
always blows my mind.
I've got red hot pokers
Buddleia for the butterflies
The beauty of my snowball tree's
Is like nectar for the eyes.
A garden is a living space
It should not be neglected or left alone
Let it become your magical place
An extension of your home.
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