"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
Upon the horizon, playful dawn cracked
Dressed in her iridescent rose ball gown
An upturned smile, never a downcast frown
As soft wind touched wind chimes 'pon her barebacked
Baying hounds' continuous barks sorely racked
Poet's thoughts and varmint which they ransacked
Upon the horizon, playful dawn cracked
Dressed in her iridescent rose ball gown
Casting shadows upon gray clouds which lacked
Songs to brighten the day with a gold crown.
Doves on the hill or valley way down
Coo to dawn with a song which gray clouds lacked.
Upon the horizon, playful dawn cracked
This is a Rondel. It is not listed on here. I hope this is okay.
Date: 8/4/22
Contest: Let Your Muse Be Inspired-R Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
# syllables per line 10, checked with SyllableCounter.net
Categories:
barebacked, beauty,
Form: Roundel
See the purple dragon
Riding on the wind
See the golden tiger
This side of the spring
This side of the sailing
On blighted sea of tears
And the mighty engine
Running on his fears
If he fades in sunlight
And he rises in the dawn
There will be a cooling
Of his midnight form
All he ever wanted
Was his autumn ride
And to be forever
Always by her side
He will never hurry
Onto barebacked sand
While his loyal following
Resting in command
Do not weep for him now
As he joins her there
And his midnight yearning
Couples with his fears
All he ever wanted
Was his handsome rest
And the the midnight calling
Closing on his breast
Never more a weary
Never more afraid
As he peels back clearly
All his handsome fears
Categories:
barebacked, allusion, change, longing, love,
Form: Free verse
She was the knock on wet wood after a thunderstorm.
Soft and muffled from the layers of dewdrops and tears from the heavens.
Dark and frayed like the ashes of a split birch tree after a fire in the valleys.
She was the feline, black enough to melt into the night,
uncalled for,
unrecognized,
not desired for.
A secret, kept within the chamber of not knowing.
Not knowing where or who or how or why she was.
She was the trust, broken and left unhemmed.
Naked and barebacked for the gods to shame.
Unholy for the soul to flee from and the sinners to ravish.
She wasnt one, she was of one.
Of three or four or five,
Lost within a crowd of seekers,
who sought only the feathers of a bird but not the creature on the inside.
Left to the world, alone, feeble, and frozen.
Categories:
barebacked, abuse, addiction, depression, evil,
Form: Free verse