bare the foliage of trees
petals crumbling… split from bones
ghosts of maples hanging low,
ashen backdrop tilts
Touch of any unknown
Unashamedly I say
It is yours's
On the backdrop of your oath!
I spread my eyes till the horizon
No hesitation to admit
Even if you say, its one sided
Its worth!
In days to come
In my invisible form
You may find the worth of
Loneliness and tear
Tell you
Love for a moment even life's worth!
Love is a swooshing whirlpool,
swirling, twirling and whirling -
intensifying porcelain emotions.
Floating helplessly,
like bubbles in a tepid breeze.
There are still flashbacks
an unforgettable memory,
where poets, painters and musicians,
rushed to liberate their excited muses.
Her
diamond droplet eyes dazzled,
embellishing her emerald dress.
A vision of clarity, curing sadness.
A solution to end solitude.
An unsung song, an unheard poem,
an unfinished masterpiece.
Who's pastels and lyrics were
hidden deep within my heart.
Ivory piano keys,
craving hands sought to touch.
Poised like a pristine soulful harp -
waiting to be stroked by
composed, elegant enchanted fingertips.
A persona delicately designed
in an angelic silhouette.
Radiant innocence, illuminating through
eyes manifesting heavenly hues.
Many infatuated suitors,
hungered to taste the last sip
from her untouched chalice.
Their tongues remained blowing embers.
In the backdrop of cupidity,
metaphorical arrow magnetised her bow.
Succulence of her lips, now forever moisten,
tenderness of her chest, endlessly soothes.
The Silent One
19 August 2020
Shimmering stars through barren trees –
I see far as the eye can see!
For clouds are in and snuggled tight,
reveling in this midnight sky.
Others join, as one by one,
each darkened house awaits the sun;
they slumber as the night doth play
and prosper ‘til the light of day.
The cool, crisp air abates my woes;
and for a moment (though my nose is froze!),
my heavy heart is warm and certain
Love’s finest backdrop is a dark blue curtain.
*~*~*~*~*~*
THEY STRUGGLED TO UNDERSTAND
THEYGO UPWARDS TO WHAT
THEY MIGHT KNOW
THEY STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND
AND STAND ON THE THINGS THEY ALREADY KNOW THE NEED IS TEMPERED BY KNOWLEDGE
INSTANCE IN SUCH TRUTHS ARE STATISTICAL
WHERE THEN MIGHT I MENTION
TO MAKE SOMETHING OF NOTHING
WHAT SHALL HE WEAR
AND WHO SHALL SING TO HIM
THEN WHEN SHE STANDS BEFORE HIM
WHAT WILL THEY SAY
WHAT WILL THEY SAY
SOME GO TO IMPROV
TO CATCH THE REALNESS OF THE MOMENT
BUT I UNDERSTAND THE SCRIPT
AND THEN LET THOSE INVOLVED CAPTURE THE MOMENT FROM WHERE THEY FOLLOW THE FENCE
TO THE GATE THAT SWINGS OPEN ALL EYES TRACING BOTH PERSONS
KNOWONE WHATS TO LOSE THE MOMENT
HER LIPS ARE KEEN INTELLEGENT LIPS
PERFECTION FOR KISSING
HER EYES FOLLOW HIS DEEP PENETRATING VOICE
WHICH WORDS ARE REMONISANCE
YET THEY SPEAK OFF A FUTURE WHICH IS CERTAIN
TO BE DIFFERENT AND CHANGED
THIS TIME WHERE THEY STAND TOGETHER
AREE REMARKED AND ARE DUE TO CHANGE
resentment
stained the
painted
backdrop
with a
negative
vibes
that
spread
like wild
fire through
out the cast
leaving a
dark cloud
of sadness
lingering
over head
Fragrance of twilight
drips like honey
on prairie’s mantle,
lingering through bushes
while stenciled stars
etch pastel montage
of wind's backdrop,
lush upon amber
reflecting hued silhouette
through wild grass
and virgin roses...
For a moment...
time freezes
giving way
to mother moon
bestowing her splendour,
the last night-keeper
of mankind
and dewed prairies...
I find myself
one amongst them
at the border
of creation,
when twilight’s fragrance
sails across heaven.
Trickle Down Free Verse Contest
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Memories move like shadows,
A slow and mocking waltz
Across a backdrop of loss.
Breakable as glass, tiny fissures
Through my mind.
Malleable as sand - eroded by time,
Washed away in pieces.
Still, the senses torment:
Vacant voices, ghostly glimpses,
Wafts of faint perfume -
Your phantom scent
The worst kind of haunting.
I fear your image has become plastic -
A product of albums
Flipped through yet again:
A cruel, addictive time loop.
And I can't keep my mind
From creasing, fading,
Curling at the edges
Like an old photograph.
Crystalline feathers
Reflecting amorous light
Handle nature’s breeze
Written by
Cecil Hickman
Written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico
Contest Name ~An Haiku From Your Window~
the western sky is red tonight
a full moon lights the stage
a backdrop for love
stars that glow
seen from a moon-roof
on a warm desert night
it all starts with a kiss
it all comes together as bliss
if we could only stay like this
Summer's faded beach umbrellas
On shore of shimmering sea
Stand like bobbing sentinels
During sunburnt days
On warm, white sand.
Hot, sweaty summer's
Breeze of salt spray
Caresses our faces and limbs as
Afternoon sun relentlessly
Ignites the lachrymose air.
The fisherman in harbor
Touches the pier with
No storms sighted,
And prepares to haul in
The catch of the day.
It’s a big city backdrop and I’m
Buzzing like a burnt out light
Hidden away in this studio again
Fall asleep waiting up for you
But the doorknob sits unturned
And like a match I’m beginning to feel burned.
Color me the Color of your heart
And I’ll fade into the shadows of the ruined streets below
So tell me Sweetheart
When was it that this peaceful dream
Turned into a nightmare
Sirens and gunshots still wake me up as
Frequent as your memories
They cut through my dreams
Color me the Color of your heart
And I’ll fade into the shadows of the ruined streets below
Color me the Color of your heart
And I’ll fade into the shadows of the ruined streets below
Will I find you in the ruined streets below?