Best Diaphanous Poems
Beauty that is mirrored is that beauty?
Absent love leads phantom duty
My running pen speaks not so bright
In its ink hide ghosts by night
It’s intimate with willing paper
White bond drinks up all black vapor
The curves, the contours, strokes—I gape!
Appear in spectral words of shape
And whisper sounds from verse I fashion
But lacking substance, wraith-like passion
Attempts the work of a lover missing
Does not convince my lip she’s kissing.
He comes in dreams as an eclipse,
to kiss my flushed cheeks and ruby lips.
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February 26, 2023
Poetry/Crystalline/Diaphanous Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1528-117-26
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A New Crystalline
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 03/12/2023
First Place
Written: June 26, 2023
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In a world adorned with colors so bright,
Where dreams and reality ignite,
A tale unfolds that is enchanting and rare.
Of a maiden draped in a diaphanous affair.
Her skirt, a tapestry of bold, floral-printed art,
Dancing with grace, right from the start.
Diaphanous layers, floating with ease,
Caressing her legs, as if to tease.
Illuminated only by the fire glow,
Her figure was shrouded, a secret to blow.
In diaphanous clothes, she glides,
A mystic presence where the magic resides.
She drifts in a nimbus of copper light.
Her ethereal beauty is a captivating sight.
Silk charmeuse, with velvet trim,
Creating a diaphanous effect, so whimsical and prim.
The goddess, clad in a diaphanous robe,
Stands tall, radiating power and probe.
As medieval demoiselles gather to rule
To admire their reflections in a mountain pool,
But their own beauty pales in comparison, it's true.
For the diaphanous dance of this enchanting maiden,
Leaves them in awe, their hearts all but laden.
Her movements are a delicate ballet to view.
As she twirls and spins, her spirit is at play.
Diaphanous fabric, such as a gentle breeze, sway.
She caresses her skin as she moves with ease.
Then, a few goodwills, he tried first to appease,
Her presence, a symphony of grace and elegance,
Leaving all who witness it in a trance.
The Diaphanous Dance, a sight to behold,
Where dreams and reality unfold.
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
In the diaphanous light of morning, when dawn paints the horizon with golden whispers,
The earth rises from its deep slumber, dreaming of the green phantoms of revival,
An untamed longing is born deep in my chest, like a firebird spreading its wings,
A burning thirst to embrace the world, like a river flowing towards the endless ocean of life.
Gripped by the fever of creation, where each breath is a symphony of expanding galaxies,
Each heartbeat a sacred drum calling the dance of stars on the soul's sky,
The wind whispers secrets as old as time in the mysterious language of rustling leaves,
I, merely a vessel of desire, float on the sea of the unknown with sails set toward the horizon.
Oh, to walk a thousand miles on unexplored paths, tracing maps in the dust of destiny,
To write a thousand plays, each scene a mirror of dreams woven from the stars,
To sing a thousand poems, each verse a note resonating in the eternal symphony of life,
To drink a thousand pints in taverns where laughter rises like smoke from a sacred fire.
To kiss a thousand loves, each touch an eternity sculpted in the marble of time,
For the breath of spring, a wizard of rebirth, embraces me with its magical promise,
The world blossoms in colors dancing on the canvas of the sky, a dream painting of creation,
And I, embraced by its vibrant hold, am reborn, every dawn, in the enchanted song of spring.
Occasionally heaven shoots meteorites
Some of them fall on gutters and drains
Without knowing among those some are
More precious than diamond and gold
After misjudging it as a worthless piece
Once you threw a most diaphanous seed
On her beck a bird carried it to a distant land
Being germinated, well deep it sent its roots
Well spread are its branches and each shoot’s
Flower turns into from delicate to delicious fruits
Who is left, you or the seed, to repent or regret?
diaphanous dreams call me tonight,
summon all the Angels to guide me...
can we find the voices of children
crying in the night?
in far away lands
....and here at home
slow the rivers of tears
for just one night!
whisper in ears of many leaders-
are they listening?
we must try tonight!
summon all the Angels to guide me...
encourage the wisdom of all
living spirits to join us!
whisper in our ears!
we are listening!
send our peace to every corner
of every hate!
summon all the Angels to guide us!
fly with us in our dreams tonight!
hold our hearts in Your peace!
are you listening?
carry our peace to every corner
of every hurt!
on God's Wings we fly!
comfort our children!
we must try tonight!
must try tonight
Beneath the diaphanous vault where shadow and humanity dissolve,
The fabric of nature unravels into an inscrutable residue of secrets,
Far from the world’s gaze, in the salt of the wilderness, a different essence is born,
Even bare sterility embraces the enigma that deceives and soothes us.
From the illusion of light-years, a whiff of earth mixed with saffron,
Nature caught in the dance of an eternal flame, inscribes upon the planes of existence,
Odes to the wind, where meadows bow to reveal a hidden-lost utopia,
The delicate sign of the sky bears ethereal symbols, home of the precious wild clover.
Deep down, at the root, where the echo of initiation throbs and writhes,
The whispers of a partial eclipse weave a complicit veil over myrrh footprints,
Nestled in the maple leaf, the wave of blood becomes intimately red,
Rustle of life in our spread, a solitary armchair beneath blue draperies.
Thus, I begin to merge with the threshold of mystery of beginning and end,
To immerse myself in the enigma of the opulent soul, the scent of ash and quake,
Outrunning the saintly stride, seeking the heart as a celestial sanctuary,
Stepping into the labyrinth called love, a portal to the heart named eternal.
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daringly doting
dumbfoundedly depicted
disquisitive dress
*Disquisitive is an adjective that means inquisitive,
investigative, or fond of discussion or investigation.
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