free spirit of summer: a new foliage
wraps the air; vagabond daybreak spilling
colored tones on mounds of rosebuds
dripping of citrine sensation...
how beautiful they are,
enough to widen hundreds of a maiden's smiles...
and while swags of August cuddle
gemmed blossoms and herbage ,
a plump view shapes morning into a spray
of mountain petals, spreading sheer
rapture on long, lavish fields---
spellbound by sunlight of auroral tint,
flowers burst more daring than
the red, orange and pink of early beam,
as trinket of bulbs surfs along garden beds
waving their flamenco hands to greet tangled wet weeds. ...
and much like the sun they were born from,
florets thrust their tanned arms radiant. rare. robust...
here, a parade of garlands dressed in
satin hues prances on the first touch of light:
that finally, earth's flesh is decked
in summer rays, in softened prayer...
sun - up waltzing pivoting
in dawn's sweet, effervescent glow!
TWILIGHT SKY GLOWING
WITH FLOWERLIKE AURORA:
LILY OF Lilies
Dream-like is she, gleaming softly
through gauze of faded moon
Auroral her flame imbued with wings so
regal
Yellowing sky's revue through wisps
of haloed dew--
Somehow, she guides me through
deep prayer,
To exalt her for baptism of new
awakenings, promises made holy
And how she , Dawn, unveils what is
pure in my sacred world
Reflecting her timeless morn...
angel of first sun, daystar!
Sailing the seas of life, we find ourselves adrift, carried away with no compass or map to guide our way.
Our bodies, two vessels destined for collision on the jagged cliffs of the fray, ensnared by death’s velvet chains bound our amatory embrace.
Shipwreck that leaves us both in the auroral abyss, lachrymose tide drops two ebb us away, but we chose not to fade.
I’ll hold you sapphire sanctuary of solace,
living or stuffed euphrosyne, my ensnared.
Our kiss connects, waves dissolve, waxen effigy
surrendering its form, boundaries blurring ravenous hunger for kisses pulled us through the thunderstorm.
Beloved, promise me, you won’t let go.
I was gently awakened by euphonic cooing
of mated doves perched on aspen branches
whose golden leaves rustled sweet silver songs
I rushed to open my wooden dormer window
and hum a greeting to their soft morning trills
With hands splayed on the ancient stone sill
my face welcomed the sun's auroral warmth
I felt the chill of Autumn's breath biting the air
and exhaled in contented sighs of appreciation
for the stunning beauty of this mountain valley
To paint nature's colors without dreary compromise
would require a far greater artistic hand than mine
While gazing from my cabin's primitive casement
I descried a canvas stippled in blazing pastoral hues
framed by the rustic charm of my bedroom window
crepuscular light
nightfall and twilight gloaming
fills the stars with dusk
shimmering through the laurel
the cadence of a quiet evenfall
red violet hues of soft Auroral
shimmering through the laurel
the cadence of a quiet evenfall
giving me shivers that enthrall
shimmering through the laurel
the cadence of a quiet evenfall
Sundown fantasies dipped in the artistry of a diamond jubilee
centennial moments of grandeur, heaven is open to souls
Rumi stars wrapped in skin, a roaming light that sinks within.
Haiku//Triolet//Sijo.
Like the first lily that pushes out of the ground
You raised your arms and rose to heaven
Revived and restored like a turtle dove in flight
You opened your heart and He raised you up,
on this "Blessed Easter Morning"
As the larks deliver their song in flight
we celebrate you, "Lord, Savior, King"
This heavenly reward is our countenance of light
bestowed on us today brighter than sunlight;
You, first tulip of Spring rejoice in our hearts
as we awaken to a new world full of promise
You auroral dawning (alibi) rose of Sharon
bring us tidings of love and renewal
Thankyou
I behold the aurora from the open cerulean,
Descending down to the narthex of the east.
The first glimpse awakens the phoenix o'er the yon Caribbean,
And awakens my beloved's soul who still sleeps sun-kiss'd.
Filtered into the boudoir of my dear damsel,
The scarlet rays osculate her pinkish cheeks.
And her slumberous hairs with their swaying tails,
Waltz to the zephyr from the northern peaks.
The cupid's essence with a crimson glimpse,
Perches o'er her yawning eyes and blushing face,
And makes her warm in her auroral dreams,
With its divine fragrance of amorous grace.
How tacitly the piquant sun with its alluring arms,
Filches her sleep and kisses her lips too warm!
And plays too sly with bewitching charms,
To allure my girl into the morning's swarm.
Her skin bedaubed with the hazel tint of love,
And her voice now sweeter as Beethoven's strings.
Thus all my gratitude to the blest star above,
Must be offered on behalf of the mortal beings.
Thy chiaroscuro amid the swathes of bare skies,
Gleams as an epiphany o'er varied lands of men,
And bless each soul with thy ambrosial eyes,
Till the apogee of life into a little grain.
Catch and Release
Art of let go
A journey
to release, a practice
to detach
Nearly three decades capturing the fruits of Sowind
~ I’m forever grateful…..deepest gratitude
for this catch, unexpected gift
Ready to release
Release responsibilities
Release W2
Release trophy
Release hidden ego
Release calling: a call to stand up to the plate of my life
Release weighing of the fish
Release being strong
Delegate this post to someone in needs
Entrust this auroral light to a successor
let the ribbon of barbless hook unfurl gracefully
After all
The fish are
unhooked and returned to the Universe
A liberating release! A grateful release!
From its own space in pastels of morning
Our town's lake wheels beneath a hued cloudscape,
When day caresses and traipses inland
New sun unveiling an auroral drape.
How tides frolic on rubbles that grace by
This pure moment holding an endless fest…
When jiggle-wiggle sound of breakers glide
As egrets' chorale peaks their tune with zest.
On through shoreline basking on grass and fern
Canvas of trees come noon...rests from this spree:
Until sand dunes quiet down to merge
With waves now tame ...ending lake's jubilee.
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8/08/2019
Devotion To Ocean Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Lucent is new light waking laced leaves,
When rays descend upon diamond dew
To thrill every oak, its treeline tinted in gold
By morn’s auroral ambiance; its alchemy--
Beguiling bewitching a pageant of buds :
Sunshine embellishes Sabbath with finery
As dawn spills floral-song along joyous strolls;
This magical beam , a divine moment for mankind
Who hums gracious hymns through early hours…
Praising God’s peace till day breaks into a psalm!
*
Written For Edward Ibeh : Pick A Title; Vol.3 Alliteration
3. 24.2019 *
Along the edge of a forgotten woodland
There slithers a wave of auroral tint,
As daybreak burnishes its crimson strand
Glistening a pool of lilies an imprint:
Fertile the clay where shore rises gently--
That I reflect on youth’s laughter, aglow
The silver-blue waters ebb contently ;
While fields of thistle in new harvest blow.
Despite June’s tempest, I relish life’s grace
My eyes marking the stencil of ripped trees
A yesterday which draws me to embrace ;
The comfort of kin amidst storm’s reprise.
And rambling up the woodpath I still love
The misty tides speak of childhood tunes--
Like hums dulcet from a skyscape above
Inviting me home, night sparkling old moons.
Resubmitted 4/30/2018
Contest of Laura Loo: Any Rhyming Poem In April
Form: Quatrain
When June emerges through its gentle rise
The cloak of sunshine bares an amber tint;
Glimmering on our lush fields, that reprise
A varnish of leaves, hued trees now imprint
Morn's luster as crystal rays spill anew
A dazzle, a blush like folks’ warm embrace
While toddlers hop and prance amidst sweet dew,
That frames of light imbue auroral grace :
How birdsong on boughs chirp in reverence
So effortless like this daybreak’s fresh array,
Till prayers bless a god’s omnipresence
Bestowing life in a heavenly way.
Magnificent the grandeur of dome's beam
Until it rests , hanging low yet agleam.
Your best sonnet for John Hamilton's Contest
Written 3/18/2018 : Repost 7/05/2018
Fate's Footfalls
'Crimson Tides of the Underverse'
Ladders we climb, greasing the grime, in mountains of malignant moral
Committing our crime, with rhythm and rhyme, impending the immoral
Foreshadowing fates, we open the gates, arming the quantizing quarrel
Creation creates, sad sorrow awaits, within the ambient Adonic auroral
Beyond the tides, where love divides, the moonlit metaphorical shores
Decision decides, our confusion confides, the embryonal egg explores
The minstrels play, behind the floral bouquet, the pandemonium pours
Trampled by truth, egotistical youth, the wordsmith weathers the wars
Silent screams, within decompositional dreams, a dramaturgical destiny
Truth or dare, we all shall bear, the crippling crosses of effusive entropy
Eyes that bleed, now take heed, for who is your friend or emulous enemy
Fissiparous fate, a harbinger of hate, providing a pandemic penal penalty.
March.06.2018
FATE'S FOOTFALLS
Sponsored by: John lawless
Hello daybreak, good gracious sunrise!
the many harbingers of life
seamless at the hems like satin threads
weaving carpets of morn's carousel rides…
fluffy,
fluted
and fiery.
This journey embedded by walks
where dewdrops upon toes
tickle on the grandeur of new dreams--
a magical discovery enshrined
on souls bathed in the brink of hope:
if your time is like mine
varnished as the radiant sunrise
hiding beneath aerie branches of hillsides
powerful yet gentle--
then sing with me,
till the light breaks into million auroral strobes
while baby clouds knight leaps of a heart
and smile at the fondle of twirling leaves.
Ring the bell for some minutes as a roulette
of glossed frames wend through an endless, sinless blaze…
slowly,
softly,
subtly.
Contest:Silent One's Sunrise or Sunset
2/17/2018
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