Best Cresses Poems
As spring leaps forward expectedly
Cardinals sing a familiar song;
Announcing birth of season’s new
Perched in trees where they belong.
Hyacinths bloom graciously
Expressing their blue sincerely;
Coloring fields that once were white
They only visit once a yearly.
Spots of snow melt slowly
Revealing peridot grass underneath.
Drenched sod cold and wet
Scents the air with raw heath.
Children play rambunctiously
Exploring blooming fields in awe
Seeing colors that never were
They can't seem to process it all.
Cool winds cresses the skin
For there is still a vacant space;
Arms of affairs that held so tight
No longer here to embrace.
As spring leaps forward expectedly
Hearts begins to blush,
And blossom for coming affairs
Making the soul ever lush.
In Full Flight Her Soul Departed
To free my heart of all that haunted me
Told I, these my tidings.
... On a summer's dawn,
Fresh from our orisons, we wandered forth
To greet the waking of the meadow flowers
And peer into the crystal pearls of dew
That shrine the beauty of the world, when lo!
Beside the cresses of a dark pool bending
Whose voiceless depths of waters brings to light
The dreams of brooding earth, I saw her face
Folded in mystic rapture, set in glory
Even as in the heart of sorrow nestles
The seed of consolation, and beside her
One stood in semblance of those two higher souls
That bear annunciation, and they two
In Heavenly colloquy abode, the while
My spirit marveled, waiting in a region
Where time was not. When suddenly a breeze
Came like a wayward thought, and swiftly ran
Across the shadowy waters, and the vision
Was there no more; and when I turned to her
None stood beside her, but she seemed as one
That waketh from enchantment, and all day
Her words did sound as echoes of old song
From out a happier world, - and that same night
In quiet sleep she died.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-27-2015
Note- Here I present this as was written,
in my old way, long ago abandoned but now attempting
to rekindle that writing flame..
Based upon the death, decades ago, of a dear friend.
(1) orison
Syllabification: or·i·son
Pronunciation: /'ôr?s?n/ /'ôr?z?n/
Definition of orison in English:
noun
archaic
A prayer.
EXAMPLE SENTENCES
Origin
Middle English: from Old French oreison, from Latin oratio(n-) 'speech' (see oration).
(2) annunciation
Definition of annunciation in English:
noun
(usually the Annunciation)
1. The announcement of the Incarnation by the angel Gabriel to Mary (Luke 1:26-38).
EXAMPLE SENTENCES
1.1The church festival commemorating this, held on March 25 (Lady Day).
EXAMPLE SENTENCES
1.2 formal or , archaic The announcement of something:
the annunciation of a set of rules applying to the relationships between states
(3) colloquy
col·lo·quy
'käl??kwe/
noun
1.
formal
a conversation.
"they broke off their colloquy at once"
2.
a gathering for discussion of theological questions.
Blue velvet blanket mantel dresses
Satin lace trim daintily caresses
On border, golden twine tresses
Azure light-display luminesces
In background, silver candelabra recesses
In foreground, satin Lilies rimmed with lush cresses
Overarching, marble angel with copper harp blesses
Underpinning, tidy Spruce wreath butresses
Footstool, bronze crèche a penitent tone expresses
Black Hotel
Immortal fear,
blind rage appears on black rock…
How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!
A black hotel looms like inevitable doom
from the cloudy regions of the stratosphere.
It rises starkly against a crimson sky
unbroken vertical fields fade to a bloody gloom!
A black house shall rock,
immortal fears shall rule,
blind boys will talk
of infinite jest and the crones will cry unto your sisters…
The black hotel will reign…
On a dark deserted highway along an infinite beach…
Cooling wind with ice in its entrails
…cresses onyx hair.
Up ahead in the diminishing distance,
in shimmering heat waves of night
a lonely light of a black hotel.
A head grows heavy
as sight grows dim
stopping for the night…
Feeling the tic of a cooling engine.
Its headlights die...
...fade along a lonely stretch
of beach an outcrop of night
a black hotel looms like inevitable doom
with rambling endless rooms!
from the cloudy regions of the stratosphere
it stands starkly against a crimson sky.
A Black Hotel.
Something in the doorway;
There are vacant voices echoing in distant corridors,
Deep in a labyrinthine hell.
A Black Hotel!
As a Californian highway stretching uncharted
into the night, a mirror of once was...
feeling the gravity wells...
Welcome to this; The Black Hotel!
Ode to Eagles when they fly as Lost Boys walk.
Winters
Jasmine
White ice and sliver moon.
Emerald life and dark cobalt blue sky.
...falling crystalline purity.
As I walk through falling white
in a
...season of
...renewal...
I smell the sweet aroma of yellow suns...
Flaring through chilly winters last dance
Life is fleeting in the relentless winter spell.
As frost takes its last bow.
Icy white blankets the earth as a crazy quilt.
The sweet smells of jasmine thicken the Air.
Life flies in Lives Silver light...
I walk with the scent of sweet memories...
Aromas of finer flowers
drift through the frozen air.
Memories of springs past...
Float and spin like snowflakes...
I brush cold from little yellow stars.
Drink the winds of perfumed little suns.
...that drift afar...
...in seas of deep dark sapphire blue skies.
Moon rays dance...
On chilly frost that crosses the night.
The lunar marks the time.
A Sent of life drifts on the night.
Lights...from...distant golden...sparks.
That light my standing after eve's passing
And the blazing white
...darkens deepens cools,
I see it pool.
In twilight with jasmine that ...spins about my head.
With its sweet pungent air...
I brush cold from little Sun's,
...in Twilight last rays of lunar plays...
On chilly frost that crisscrosses
the pains of
darkened... window seals
A House, that is quite as
A Mouse and sits on the night like Strange phantoms.
Framed by bright orange and red.
As the sun dies on the
...horizon...
Jasmine petals are delicate
...and fall
...on to a silent Earth.
To start the cycle a new...
...rebirth.
A fragrance that rests gently on the Air.
I walk under street lamps
...with Hard lights...
Sharp shadows are softened by the
Moon rays cresses
... crisscrossings.
Dream's that will be dreamt of
...memories about springs past,
And what will be...
seen by me.
I return to my
Home...
That has passed from the day onto the night
as twilight has now gone.
As I am cold and must go toward the
The warmth of futures is yet to come and be told.
IN MEMORIUM OF MY MOTHER