Best Brindled Poems
Komorebi 11-8-23
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Komorebi
Sunlight dashes through boughs adorned
In autumn’s scent of red orange crimson
Tossing diamonds of daybreak from their limbs
Into the borning air of dawn
To litter the forest floor in clutter of crystal auroras
Playing hide and seek with shadows,
Awakened by the roster’s first blush,
To prance across branches on tip-toes of brindled magic
As the moon and sun, the darkness and dawn,
Change places in daily do-se-dos,
Leaving fingerprints of light, in moments of intimacy,
When fingers of dappled warmth push back shadows
With celestial sighs of radiance
And flutter like a sparkling flute of luminosity
Cascading in ricochets from oak to elm to evergreen
Until gleeful pandemoniums of white fire
Give birth to awe in strings of burnished zephrys
Draped in jubilees through boughs of dawning beauty
Woven in strands of light as sunshine thinks on loveliness -
Decorations of celebration!
Last night I had a dream, unlike the rest
then begged of Sandman, this one request,
"Please take me there again tonight
and let me feel the sweet delight,
again, before it fades away,
...take me to where the petals lay"
We ran through meadows, days were long
I picked bouquets, and we were young
We were tan and lean and faces fair
my flowing dress and windswept hair
your eyes were dark with passion's call
you pulled me to the grass so tall
the earth was fresh, with petals spread
no words between us needing said
the sun was shining, skies were blue
our desperate love was brindled new
Last night I had a dream, unlike the rest,
then begged of Sandman, this one request,
"Please take me there again tonight,
and let me feel the sweet delight,
again, before it fades away,
...take me to where the petals lay"
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Entry for Gail Doyle's Contest: "Upon a Bed of Petals"
Post-drought the winter dawning creeps
across my coarse and brindled lawn,
a molten ocean snail-like seeps
and spreads its early morning yawn.
A lambent thread it first appeared
to rise and fall with rooftops' pitch.
Across the frost it persevered,
this aura of an angel which
has fixed me to this gilded spot
with silent prayers in misted breath,
the fuchsia-ed clouds the sky's begot
above a saffron-laureled wreath.
The first of January wakes
effulgent as the new year breaks.
Dappled Winds
Phantom gliders in the sky rise at day
To rush the firmament on dappled winds,
Heaven’s piebald appaloosas at play,
Brindled tempests ruffle zephyr’s fringes
On stippled flurries in mistral tinges -
Flecks of dirges – the haunting calls of loons –
Laugh with ecstasy at mosaic breeze,
Born from the mottled rainbow’s pure cocoon,
In a dappled dance of impish teases.
2-11-22
Contest: D Forms - Dizain
Sponsor: Constance La France
Upon a sullied sodden sky
of alabaster and ash,
fantasy's formidable flotilla floats
as charcoal-colored clouds.
And on this mild, melancholy
mid-March day,
they dawdle; dribbling drops of rain
in sporadic Spring showers.
And Winter's whitewashed wonderland;
sparingly salted with brown brindled blotches,
magically melts away;
revealing rough, ragged patches
of grassy green.
When Winter's weakened grip gives way;
bulbs freed from frosty tombs,
are awakened by the tap, tap, tap,
of April's tepid tears.
And straightaway, snowdrops start sprouting
simultaneously, sending shoots skyward.
Color counters the thickness of this dark, dull day.
And a Robin redbreast abruptly appears;
defying drizzling drops of grey,
with its crimson chest, ornately on display.
A brindled mountain capped with snow,
hosts paradise in its shadow.
Where moss clings to the virgin rock
on ancient roosts where seabirds flock.
White water teaches springs to sing
with that tinkling pitch bubbles bring.
As creeks chuckle a gurgling sound:
laughing out loud, where rocks abound.
Gushing rivulets, spray, and twist,
morphing into a sparkling mist.
And flowers, like living jewels,
are mirrored in reflecting pools.
Light and dark play with skittish leaves,
chasing applause; each breeze receives.
While subtle odors scent the air
with a fragrance, beyond compare.
In this secluded spot on Earth,
Serenity reveals its worth.
For only Nature resides here:
tranquil, with no humans to fear.
Scarlet morphs into a shroud of pink; as
Umber tints a brindled horizon, and
Night welcomes an ebony sky filled with
Stars, while a sliver of moonlight rises
Effortlessly in the blackness of night
Tethered to a dying sun as it bleeds.
In the dark of night the whippoorwill cries
As it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky
Master of camouflage. Heard, seldom seen
Is searching for woodland insects to glean
Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! The nightjar trills
As it glowers and swoops down for the kill
Insects traversing the forest take heed
For the mottled bird has tremendous speed
It nests on the ground, it perches in trees
It’s gray-brown plumage the color of leaves
Up at dawn, at dusk, and on moonlit nights
Brindled bird rests with the coming of light
Tiny bird with a magnanimous shrill
Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! The nightjar trills
Alabaster snowflakes scattered over
Brindled patches of frozen forest floor
Cover Autumn's fragmented tapestry.
December fluffs up Winter's white duvet,
Eager to embrace the bitter cold and
Fierce winds, snug in a thick blanket of snow.
Gone are the crinkled crimson and gold leaves,
Hidden under a glistening coat, an
Icy glaze that sparkles like diamond dust.
Jesus, it's said, was born in December,
Kindling the celebration of Christmas.
Long nights and short days bring families close,
Marking this as a festive time of year.
Night skies are encrusted with twinkling stars
Offset by the deep ebony of space.
Pines and cedars remain green year-round, so
Quail and Partridge shelter in their branches.
Ravens caw, illustrating the profound
Starkness of Nature's hypnotic beauty,
They feel compelled to give voice to their awe.
Under crystalline skies of cackling blue,
Vistas of evergreen contrast with the
Washed-out monochrome landscape and faded
Xerox copies of an elapsed moment.
Yet, such pristineness is what fuels our
Zeal, to confront Winter on Her own terms.
Envision: total tranquility,
captured as though by an artist's brush.
Attention given to the landscape,
lush green terrain, inked, primal, and rough.
Brindled hues, an assortment of tints,
merge with waters of indigo blue,
isolation mirrors creation.
Splashes of periwinkle and rose
dapple the ground; under a leafy
blend of emerald green canopies,
depicting a serene paradise.
Stretchy clouds of immaculate white
etched upon skies of aquamarine;
reflect off of a pond's silver sheen.
Beauty takes wing above the earth
as butterflies explore rebirth.
And rides on the wings of a dove,
ambassadors of peace and love.
Beauty lives in forests of green,
and in seas of aquamarine.
It flutters through ebony caves,
or frolics in indigo waves.
Beauty glistens off mountain peaks
dappled with snow and brindled streaks.
And penguins roaming ice and snow
bring beauty wherever they go.
Beauty's in the eyes of a child,
or an antelope running wild.
And families that kneel to pray
see beauty in a special way.
Stitched on patches and fur all gone
We both grow old we’re getting on
I remember well that long past day
When you arrived on reindeered sleigh
The joy I felt on that Christmas morn
With shouts of glee as wrappings torn
There you lay in white bedding soft
I took you out and held you aloft
Silk soft brindled light brown fur
Salt tears of joy my eyes did blur
Bright button eyes kid leather paws
Smiling mouth and black shiny nose
Oh then was I not the luckiest one
To have such a friend as ‘Brum’
All through life you were my friend
And will be until my journey’s end
(8th in Contest Toyland By Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S
Autumn arrives astride a chilly breeze
Urged to paint the leaves before Winter's freeze.
The forest faires are all set to go
Under Luna's metallic golden glow.
Magnificent gilded moonbeams unfold,
Natural beauty that's strikingly bold.
Caramel amber, copper, and yellow,
Offset a reddish-orange tangelo.
Like a shimmering swarm of honey bees
Ochers harmonize in the tops of trees.
Rustling mosaics cerise and brindled brown,
Scatter, as brisk breezes blow them around.
(Acrostic)
9/19/2017
Dappled dawn slowly raised its shade
As brindled pit-bull puppies played
Patiently the fisherman hooks the mottled rose-dotted trout
Peppiness in his laughter rings out
Lazily the varicolored finch's wings raise him up
Elaborately bedazzled is a spring buttercup
Day to night nature is dappled from higher-up
Written: February 07, 2023
Sponsor: Constance
Contest: Writing Challenge D Word
Blue skies are cloudy, blanketed in grey,
yet on this muggy, miserable day,
I ride off to my favorite café;
where they serve venison as an entree
and a baked Alaska for dessert; yea!
As the jute box plays, I hear a horse neigh,
a brindled mustang that goes by Jose.
And even though this sounds like a cliché,
Jose enjoys listening to reggae.
(Monorhyme)
11/01/2022
MonoMixoRhyme Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Used How Many Syllables
64 Words