It stood like a sentinel
at the world’s bleak last shore,
its gnarled branches clawing at
a churning grey November sky,
above a thin and narrowing
yellow band of waning light
auguring the coming night.
Rattling seed pods faintly clicked—
(playing hollow, spectral tunes)
like a wind-chime built for wraiths.
Brittle voices rose and fell
in the cold breath of the sea,
not quite a song, nor quite unknown—
a whispered hush of lives unsown.
It seemed no tree at all that day,
but something older, something whole—
a guardian at the end of time,
the ancient, waiting Tree of Souls.
Its roots ran deep through rock and soil,
its shadow stretched beyond the known,
a threshold carved in bark and bone.
And still they wait beyond our sight,
in silent chambers yet unborn,
their moments measured out in stars,
their names like whispers on the storm.
The tree will stand as ages fall,
its branches cradling birth and death,
a constant hush of waiting breath.
Categories:
auguring, myth, nature, tree,
Form: Rhyme
How does the hymner sing of God's measureless love through quadruplets-
Fine craftsman of fields, flowers, fountains of water, mountains, and sun-
Who practiced self-denial, till blood sweat, for the honor of thieves
apportioning second chances like sweet nectar while He came undone?
Why does the scribe pen his worship to the Universal Maker,
Compiling pages of effusive love notes for an unseen King?
Unobserved by open eyes but recognized by insightful hearts
Heeding courtship calls from Christ, Saviour sweet, at the threshold tapping.
Where does the artist conceive sweet lines, hues that tell wondrous tales-
delicate replicas of the Creator, thoughts color their veins-
as prismatic as rainbows post turbulence and wuthering days,
so silver linings laid on canvas sprinkle joy for hearts to sail?
When do dancers slip from guarded grace to ungirded ecstasy?
In the sweet echoes of a recent heartbeat or laughing babies,
bustling birdy melodies auguring spring's blessed revival?
I shall sharpen my grand jetés for Jesus' triumphant arrival.
Categories:
auguring, christian, creation, good friday,
Form: Rhyme
Vanished Like Mist
Now I wonder, ponder, persuade the mind to wander in an abyss of what may be
Plowed and clawed then probed to find a reason for frenetic rumblings within me
As time passed unabated, skin hides pain beneath waves of what these eyes see
The heart trembled: is myopia or enmity reason why I have not found Amy Lee?
Love is not a game man coerces into submission then drags its spirit underwater
Auguring, kneeling, begging will not make it acquiescent to what one may prefer
Precious memories evoked by the hungry heart impalpably depart and disappear
What remains are remnants, reminders of the haunting past...that I had lost her
06/17/2023
Vision of the Seas
Cruising towards Hamilton, Bermuda
Categories:
auguring, absence, angst,
Form: Rhyme
I love the wind
Blowing softly against my face,
Fanning it on a hot Summer’s day,
Stirring my hair;
Making the branches and leaves quiver
And the grasses to dance and sway,
And all the while
Whispering a soothing melody
If one but listens intently.
I hate the wind
Roaring violently,
Making the branches and leaves fall,
Bending the grasses till they break,
Whipping the dust around
That stings the eyes,
Finding its way through nooks and crannies,
And whistling an eerie tune
Auguring a storm.
I’m scared of the wind
Blasting at everything in its path,
Causing whole trees to tumble,
And flattening grass, blossoms, and all;
Generating huge waves
That claw their way to shore;
Crumpling poles, posts, and walls,
Howling and shrieking like a banshee,
And snatching the life of the unwary.
April 23, 2023
Among 1st Place
Writing Challenge - ‘W’ Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
auguring, 6th grade, nature, wind,
Form: Free verse
guess it was the fuss
something I said
while we were auguring
We're all right now
but I need somebody to love
Guess I aint been loyal
and that's probably what makes you mad
don't want to be alone again
I guess need somebody to love
I guess need somebody to love
head over heel's, in love
now I'm alone
I need somebody to love
I need somebody to love
It aint never been bout missing you
even when I'm alone
I just need somebody to love
I just need somebody to love
love me
love me
or even just act like you do
I just need somebody to love
I just need somebody to love
Categories:
auguring, cute, encouraging, film, for
Form: Ballad
The bluest of hours,
Half lit fingers and flowers,
Forage for insight
In the rarest of light,
Iron hearts heaving
The burden of
Memory leaves in
The presence of doubt,
Slowly but surely,
The infusion descends,
Hues of transition
Cannot be defended in
The monochrome twilight,
Auguring the anxious end.
Categories:
auguring, age,
Form: Sonnet
Vermilion tears down an angel's cheek,
Sorry to say, did not dry this very week;
Rather, turning to rust as devil deals
Lust, a thrust, parlay, iniquity steals.
Indulge in saturnine preludes to this
The dark interludes in a crimson kiss
Bleed hell and cry blood for a twist
They sneak and walk among deepening bliss.
They look to kill Christ again, auguring a
Warning, heed heaven's call to halt decay
Show reverence for the ecclesiastic
Kiss the clay, and the mold is fantastic.
Trust that guide, drawing lightning in the back
Calling forward to the front of the pack;
Love all your brothers, for then you can trust
They too cry them, colored in muddy rust.
Categories:
auguring, faith, philosophy, political, religion,
Form: Rhyme
A life ought to live yet,
Yesterday you smiled
Today you said good-bye -
Auguring what is there tomorrow...
You decided to live a solitary life.
An euphony ought to compose yet,
Yesterday you voiced
Today you lost the wordses -
Ragging what you will perceive tomorrow...
You sang to air the nuisance solo.
A destiny ought to aspire yet,
Yesterday you dreamt
Today you foretold unreal -
Fearing what you will see tomorrow...
You brightened to mare the nights alone.
A solitude ought to feel yet,
Yesterday you solaced
Today you broke to tears -
Mewling what the trauma you last from tomorrow...
You offered to decease your soul at rest.
To the heaven to revere yet,
Yesterday you were blessed
Today you omened the daemons -
Cursing the blessings you might receive tomorrow...
You grudged to ruin your feelings untold.
A life ought to live yet,
Yesterday you smiled
Today you said good-bye -
Auguring what is there tomorrow...
Why you decided to live a solitary life?
Categories:
auguring, depression, life, sad, life,
Form: Free verse
She was there for me when I came of age,
but when, for a girl of unlocked doors and
a missing father. in flight down the stairs,
an intruder pursuing, no dagger in the chamber
of non-connubial rights. "Bad dream," she said,
when summoned home from a tavern tryst
to calm her child in torn pajamas, unsafe ever after
in any man's arms. Yet, she was there for me
with the sanitary belt, its necessary napkin,
my gentle guide into the world of women,
when the blood-flower broke its bright red stain
on virginal sheets, auguring deflowering.
Her pretty clothes?--borrowed, as if
a mock stepmother in the mirror on the wall
restored my fall from the favor of our king.
Lucia, (not "di Lammermoor"), she did not stab
the bridegroom, or go mad. Blonde to my darkling
Carmen, queen to an unseated princess,
whose sleep went forty years, the prince blind-
sided, the slipper shattered, the horses
harnessed, the child become a woman,
asleep, asleep, in her glass coffin.
Categories:
auguring, childhoodchild,
Form: Free verse