Best Enwrapping Poems
I watch
as sun slides down in the sky.
The shadows increase in length,
a dark waterfall descending
upon the sandy beach.
Slowly I inhale and exhale,
savoring the fresh flavor
of the evening’s briny sea.
My eyes devour
swirls of lavender wisteria
beautifying the vast expanse
of the darkening cobalt sky.
My sweet summer
has slipped away
with the setting of the sun
on this autumnal equinox day.
The waterfall of shadows
is now a fountain
totally engulfing the shore,
having evolved into
night’s giant all-consuming chrysalis
enwrapping me body and soul.
A sudden rush of wind
and small ripples on the water
transform into turbulent waves
lashing the shoreline where I stand.
I tug my sweater closer to my chest
as I tremble in the gloaming.
submitted to Seth Pina's Horror Contest in '26
It started with one utterance
that grew into a shout.
That cry grew louder in his ear.
He could not get it out.
The bellowing prolonged itself,
and then one cry was two.
His frightened eyes searched faces on
the teeming avenue.
On the edge of reason then,
he gaped at strangers’ lips,
but mouths stayed shut and mocked the truth
of his apocalypse.
The cries that he was hearing came
a hundredfold or more,
a deafening cacophony,
an oceanic roar.
And nightmare revelations that
had brought this din in dreams
were now his actuality -
enwrapping him in screams.
The throng pressed on around a man
who crouched, with eyes half-dead.
And now inside a room he rocks
to screams inside his head.
With waves of gold locks falling down
around her shoulders prettily,
a woman sits in a silk gown.
Alone is she beside the sea.
Deep longing in her starts to stir.
She sits, arms round bent knees as she
recalls his arms enwrapping her.
Alone is she beside the sea.
Out to the horizon, gazing,
she thinks of every memory
of him with her - so amazing!
Alone is she beside the sea.
As sure as she is that the tide
will rise, then fall, she knows that he
will never more be at her side.
Alone is she beside the sea.
A crack in the concrete is a canyon,
a fissure enough to let a slice of green grow
with no gentle hands to cradle the sapling,
no affable soil to support the tender roots.
As the dust settles on the leaves of endurance
like silence enwrapping an abandoned life,
survival is the dispensation of the introvert,
unfolding in a space that’s not meant for life.
Outside, the world is an indistinct panorama,
the scenes move to make an alien array,
encased within the familiar frame of isolation,
where self-shadow is the only companion.
Yet, the weed survives the pangs of desertion alone,
perhaps because existence is the willful rising
to thrive even when no one cares to own,
for, it’s a life defined by what can be endured.
When existence is the emblem of withering forlorn,
after sprouting with the essence of insolence,
helping to bloom lonely life with the touch of hope,
waiting for the spring that’s never promised.
Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem
to strangely dance.
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she can,
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.
Such contrast this is to the crispness of the air around her!
Before running her bath, she felt compelled
to turn off all the heat in the house.
Now she reaches for her glass on the edge of the tub.
Bringing it to her lips, she savors one last time the wine,
her one small taste of "heaven"
from the bottle now lying nearly empty
where it spilled out to wet the floor’s cold tiles.
Very relaxed, she sets the glass back down beside her.
It topples over. The woman hears it shatter. . . yet she lies still.
Intoxicated (as was her plan),
she lays the sharp edge of a razor blade against her wrist.
Making sure to clutch it well,
she slices through veins but feels no pain.
Then the other side. . . Red fluid threads
stream among the fading fizz (all that now remains of the dancing bubbles).
And as she drifts off into numbing unconsciousness,
it dawns on her that her tub has somehow become unplugged!
She is too lightheaded. . . too feeble now to move.
The heated fragrant water slowly and steadily subsides.
A sharp chill invades her body.
With her final breaths, the woman thinks of how her one last plan -
to be discovered immersed completely in water -
has ended up just like every other messed up thing she ever did
and how her plan,
like the water of her "perfect" bath,
has just
gone
down
the damn
proverbial
drain.
7/7/13
Donning my sailors cap, coconut and pinapple shirt; first class ticket in times brochure....
Shutting down the nuclear physics branch and structures while as catching a flight unto
Heavens isles whereupon its beach I shall lie that, serenities surf may wash over the moon
Its beams enwrapping the sun; as dolphins sing, sea lions play and ships sail away ~
Their gallies adrift atop the open waters unto the ends of the world and beyound
Its distant edge, disappearing into the abyss of a life that was; radiations wavelengths
In coastal tides of sacrilegious; coursing through this flesh and bones and blood
Crest to crest; confusions fallout amid collaterals infusions brushing, acrylic dragons....
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....“Here, On Gilligan's Three Mile Island” ~
This quietus death – sweet release-
a rhapsody enwrapping you.
Fathomless it is; pain will cease.
This quietus death – sweet release!
Your story does not end, for peace
lasts an eternity when life's through!
This quietus death – sweet release-
a rhapsody enwrapping you.
March 24, 2018 for Broken Wing's "5 Words Please" Contest
the tinsel blue of my heart reaching the stars
I prowl the night
eyes searching for twinkles in a moonless sky
I dream the night
of saharan glory past enwrapping me in a veil of bright
The evening dainty drizzle
Dances with twilight tinge
Descends in tumbling torrent
Through the opaque night
Enwrapping enshrined
The squashed sordid sky
Waiting to unfurl wide in vain
The rain rinsed petals
Under dawning sun to paint
Ruptured rainbow charm.
The juvenile sparkling smile
Innate innocence configured
Cascades as care-free stream
In captivating youthful valley
For a while with ageless aura
Inundates the pristine plateau
The flooded unblemished face
Waits for the turning time
Spread dense obscurity dust
Erase senile smile without trace.
I built a nubile nest for them so we could live together
kept it warm in the long winter time of frost and freeze
no speeding storm of strife could ever sweep it away
where I held them secured within my enwrapping wings.
They grew up nurtured in the cradle of love and care
learned how to build and face life in their chosen way
as a parent the process with them I could affably share
the ephemeral delight lasted till they chose to fly away.
In the flood of the surging river of drowning sadness
I felt the load of loneliness sink deep within my essence
as from the eroded bank of yearning they disappeared
and I heard the distant bell of destiny toll faintly for me.
As the flow of time searched for a course to the eternity
in twilight’s fading gleam I breathed the air of desolation
I heard it whisper the swan song to me on the passing
resonating in my soul with the rhythm of my last sigh.
August 27, 2021
Title Chosen : Last Sigh
Contest : This Or That, Vol 6
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Floating in the flash flood
of divesting dissonance pervasive,
I see a verdant valley carved out
within the entity of lonesome me,
drifting away with the desolate sigh,
displaced from the stratum of sound
of the converging cacophony loud.
I dream attached to the unanchored mind.
In the precinct of pristine sprawling thicket,
I wander on the curved contours of life,
as the spreading sunlight of prime promise
bursts with multihued magnificence
on the calm canopy with golden beams.
The leaves sparkle with spectrum of splendor,
create the converging shadow of silence,
where I get consumed by calmness.
In the embracing breeze rippling enticed,
the beguiled boughs dance in harmony,
make a mystique motif enwrapping me.
Within the light and shadow lattice,
with the sunray strands the foliage weaves
for me the tapestry of ecstasy.
It performs the kaleidoscopic show of joy
for my dreams to be embellished.
With the forlorn life lumbering
across the amber wanton wilderness,
I’ve to take a lone journey unknown.
From the cool cradle of the copse
I’ll garner the silhouetted grandeur
of its emerald sheen in the shadow.
In my mind I’ll strive to stow its opulence,
create in my pallid heart a jade meadow.
Walking the last mile of the journey
in the remaining hours of my day,
shimmering with the fading twilight blush,
I long for respite for the last time,
step into the waiting woods once again,
where the dying sunlight glows,
and see my dreams return enwrapped
within lengthening shadow of sunlit memory.
In the deepest
Darkest hour
In the tranquil of the night
When all lights stopped to beam
I had a dream
You my love came to me
A wish I'd cherished
For long,oh ! So long
You infiltrated my sleep
To be with me
The dark clouds lifted
A rainbow shone my world
The coldness of my heart
Melted with your warm
Breath and kiss
We became one
There was such calmness
Your being intoxicated me
Suddenly I felt the morning Sun
Enwrapping me
But I don't dare to dart open my eyes
For the fear that you will be gone.
did you know
in the fog, the secrets
coil in each reaching tendril
floating in the ephemeral pause, caressing me
knowledge enveloped within
peaceful contemplation
quiet word-games of hidden wisdom
"Where did you leave your game?" The Great One chuckles
and we look out over Its domain
lying on the leaves of dream-poppies,
unaccountably immense and perfectly natural
rich heavy scent of elephantine flowers floating amongst ozone
misty rain patters gently over the leaves
awareness overcomes
spreading out
melting ice on the plateau
the grey one's wing enfolds me, whispering
lying here in this coiling embrace, I contemplate my blessings
consciousness suffused within a greater presence
transmuting the hungry hunting world
enwrapping me in spectral vanes, a sheltering parent-lover
murmuring secrets in my ear
its cup runneth over with
love
faith
rapture
power
but most especially
peace.
and as it enfolds me,
these things become mine also.
how can anything which brings peace
also bring pain?
how can anyone blame the pain of the material
upon the seed of spirit?
lungs swollen
with the nobility of the maroon poppy
we lie beneath living wisdom
milking the honey of its fruits
to inhale the breath of paradise.
Rolling through space Earth enjoys her comfortable
Distance from the giving sun, of his light, with
Warmth enwrapping daytime life of verdant growth in
Goodness wholesome grain, trees, wind, rain, rivers, and pith.
Other planets rotating around the sun’s glory,
Venus basking in heat along with Mercury’s boiling
Blast of oven cooking for a star light to humans
Looking at the sunset blanket sky westward foiling.
Solar system gently rotates Mars, Asteroids,
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto at noon,
Around their star sun receiving his light circling a Solar year
Feeling through space his solar wind in a new day sunrise moon.
Ringing in the stars with harmonies of night
no greater sonnet ever was then that of
midnight hues of moody blues and acorn light
oh blessed breath forsake me not thereof
no splendor greater then this evening glow
has ever touched my brow or curved my smile
I long to stitch this memory with songs of flow
then wear it like a crown while I compile
a sonnet of great beauty by a sway
as worthy as the dusk that falls upon
a willow bark of deep cafe au lait
oh blessed breath enfold me til' the dawn
has blushed my reverie and seized my day
enwrapping with gauze and morning ray.
7/18/2019