"Yesterday, seems so far away"
and so different from today
As we look in rose-colored mist
where memories fondly exist
Alas, the truth so often lies
Hidden deeply in clouded skies
Or, painted as a golden leaf
A somewhat truth in Bas Relief
Categories:
bas relief, angst, conflict, truth, youth,
Form: Lay
The final sentence that I wrote –
Ragged words I could not speak –
And so the sentence for me spoke
The letters written on the sheet –
The words I wrote but could not speak
Read my sentence back to me
Like shards of glass in bas relief
Spoken there for me to hear –
It read my sentence word for word
I dared not breathe – I could not speak –
‘Twas worse than I had ever heard
The words I’d written on the sheet
And though I wrote what now I heard
– The sentence and the words it spoke –
I could not take it at its word –
I took the sentence that I wrote
And dashed it on the rocks! The words,
The letters, fell – the sentence broke
And as it broke my spirit stirred
And something pure – in me – awoke –
Categories:
bas relief, change, spoken word, words,
Form: Rhyme
Whither thou goest?
Thy wither showest.
Ruddy in pigment,
but a wee figment.
In bas relief,
exceedingly brief.
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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's Our Puritan Mentality
Categories:
bas relief, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
Late Summer sings with lazy voice.
Autumn turns a new leaf.
Green becomes gold--her story told.
Winter's echo in bas relief.
Golden leaves with red blush,
Preen as if there's no rush.
October 24, 2021
Line Gauthier's Bite Size contest #24
Honorable Mention
Categories:
bas relief, autumn, color, destiny, environment,
Form: Rhyme
The clearest sky follows a warm morning rain
[Experience tells me this again and again]
Sometimes bringing a brightly colored rainbow
To remind me of God’s great promise, although
Shadows still drift lazily across the terrain.
I watch the birds shake themselves off and fly
From tree to tree, to and fro, chirping by and by,
All bringing unending motion beyond and above
The clearest sky.
Occasional perfect droplets linger on the leaf
Sparkling like well-cut diamonds in bas relief,
A faint smell of sulphur wafts with the breeze
Sends a flutter and a ripple through the trees
Portending in this oft-observed Spring motif
The clearest sky.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
In Brian Strand's Contest
Categories:
bas relief, nature, rain, rainbow, sky,
Form: Rondeau
Two sides of the same coin – the good and bad;
the dark and light; the yin and yang combined.
My future self, the history I’ve had.
My soul - the fulcrum of my heart and mind.
My friends believe that I’m too sensitive –
too hurt by words. But that same trait in me;
perceiving needs, entices me to give
to those same friends, who thank me graciously.
‘You’re patient to a fault’ – guilty as charged!
I wait till ancient plumbing floods my floor.
But when your sense of outrage gets enlarged,
you grasp what all that patience is here for.
Virtue and vice in bas relief I deem –
the winter’s frost becomes the summer’s stream.
Categories:
bas relief, giving, self, summer, winter,
Form: Sonnet
In Newtonian Mechanics,
the future is the past
What lags behind, what sits ahead,
the Jester only laughs
A one for one relation,
its truth in bas-relief
The numbers hail, the numbers fail
—empirical deceit
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
Categories:
bas relief, time,
Form: Rhyme