Best Felted Poems
The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom.
Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly.
An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch
and softens all the jagged edges of the scene
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch.
A collage of layers blends all color in between
each angle decomposing in the rain,
and softens all the jagged edges of the scene.
Within the fog the distant mountain's strain
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green,
each angle decomposing in the rain.
A watercolor tableau where, unforeseen,
the mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
sparkling as they fall, in felted-light they bloom.
1/4/15
Categories:
felted, seasons,
Form:
Terzanelle
Sleepless Valentine
I took the pinkie blue cuddlesome bear
And by its blood scarlet bow
Noose tied hung it
Too soft
With its felted heart
And false cute sentiment
And with eyes burning hot
I tore it down
Fluffy bear
Thrown to the ground
Where
The petal shard-ed reds of rose
Lay dashed
On broken stems
Thrashed to the corner
The puffy pleading little arms
And big round mollusc eyes
And cutie pie smile
So in bare feet
I could trample flowers
In a Disney valentine
Till I lay on my bed
Groaning, shudders and weeping
And all the words I wrote
Of love
Couldn’t stop the pleading
Of my heart
Not to feel these empty arms
Riled against my pillow I did
And scratched and tore
At cold cotton sheets
While images of you
Lay my souls ever itch in my head
While my blood screamed
With dead Rosetta Rosaceae
And this nights sleepless toss and turn
Has not begun
Has not lifted an eye lid
And stolen my dreams
No
The long dawn has not even begun
To bleed its way through solitary hours
And find me capitulated
In the teddy bear whispers
Of the night still ahead
I must steal myself instead
And continue to hanker after the witches red
Of ringlet hair
And bend my will
To sullen acceptance
No
Not together
No
Not yet
Categories:
felted, love
Form:
Free verse
The time for frost has not arrived, the morning sunlight’s dampened
by the chill of evening dew, the grass still grows though slowly now.
Within, chill copper pipes ping, once again breaking the silence of night.
The field mice come unwelcomed to their winter nests inside my walls.
Morning glories, mere days ago abundant now shiver in the shade.
Dropped seed must wait until the springtime’s sun to rise, to grow.
Clothes in closets all packed high, shelves to ceiling, must topple down.
Release the felted wool, the flannel bright, the knitted sweaters of Iona.
The pumpkins wait impatiently upon a field of green, crisped, vines.
Still connected to the prickling twine and fan like leaves, the blossoms fail.
And, I reflect within a picture perfect room, of what has been and what is.
The light of day’s a graying tone of mourning, whose length slowly fades away.
First Published in Eunoia 4/6/14
Categories:
felted, seasons,
Form:
Couplet
~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~
Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver
A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart
A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint
She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap
Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise;
Not a stranger to mischief, she steels his golden pot
She stitches up his wishes, and spikes his felted hat
She glues his silver buckles up his nose in, far remote
She sticks him on a clover, stewing mad n’ boiling hot
By; Mystic Rose
Early Morning, under the fogs rainbow, twisting and twisting his nose
Little does she know, Lepree's a madman with his own games
Sitting and brewing with a grin, he awaits the chemicals to kick in
A price to pay for stealing Lepree's gold, in such a golden way
He yells and cries, "I hope you dance, rapid like the river away!"
Fairies don't exist! Fairies don't exist! -----A quiver in the chest
For we all know when speaking them words, somewhere out there
A fairy dies, ----shillings from his silver tongue he spoke
A million times Lepree cried "Fairy don't exist!" suddenly--she drops;
By; Poet Destroyer
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Categories:
felted, abuse, conflict, corruption, evil,
Form:
Free verse
My great-grandmother is sitting
outside in the winter sun,
with a double-felted deel,
snow white hair,
and a hat,
just taking it in.
I play at her feet, and I
make a racket,
running fast about,
I raise dust in front of Great Mother,
whom even the birds ignore.
The quiet fire in her gentle soul
was once very fierce they say
but all I see when I look at her,
is the calm warmth in her eyes,
while I play at her feet
with the clouds, rocks
the desert spirits, and the sky.
She moves with effort, no complaints,
she takes upon all the worldly cares
feeds, clothes, and shelters me,
fetching and tending,
to food, water, and fire--
Ah, fire, they say, she broke hearts
of men who rode over mountains
who crossed icy rivers;
and they say, she knew,
Knew, and her hair grew more gray,
when five of her seven children--
the exact moments they each died.
As I play with the clouds,
the rocks, the desert spirits, and the sky,
I know my Great Mother--
she lives in them all now,
somehow in that cold winter sun, she's still
sitting there with a double-felted deel, and a hat.
As I play at her feet, running fast about
sometimes I glimpse her snow white hair, and,
she takes upon herself
all of my worldly cares.
Categories:
felted, childhood, death, dedication, family,
Form:
Elegy
A
Jolly,
Candy
Canes,
Hanging,
From the tree
Singing Christmas
Songs around the tree
Joy, laughter, and love filled,
In the room, the scent of pine flow
Through the air like a peaceful feeling,
That puts everyone in this wonderful mood
Smell of cookies coming from the oven as the kids,
Are excited to leave them out for Santa Claus and his helpers
The feeling of love in the room like God sent his angels to bless the room
With his anointing,
The lights flashing
Children amazed
At the table filled
With soulful food
Made with love
Snowflakes flow
Peaceful vibes
Felted from one
Another, kisses
Hugs and tears,
Spreading around,
The room Jolly
Tears of joy
Categories:
felted, holiday, joy, seasons,
Form:
Concrete
Six magpies brought their mourning squawk,
soon joined by several others,
disturbing all their neighbour's talk
and waking sleepy lovers.
Some hopped and did their swaggered strut
between a felted flat roof top
and a guttered water but.
Some preferred a higher perch
and troubled nearby taller tops of green leylandii.
All the while their squawk increased
and shattered suburb's morning peace.
Two black crows flew overhead and settled,
one on gable top, the other found his place to stop
and watch from nearby psychamore.
Upright, silent, silhouettes,
not bearers of the magpie pall
but undertaking nonetheless
to show crow's dignified respects.
They joined this congregation
to recognise corvid's connect.
They joined this chorused agitation
while magpies mourned their murdered son,
crumpled feathers low on grassy ground,
til course of squawk and strut had run,
and one by one they flew, without a sound,
and all was done, and all was done.
Categories:
felted, bereavement, bird, death, death
Form:
Rhyme
When I was a young child
my parents would be stern, but smiled
when they'd saw me running wild.
I couldn't have been mild,
but full of excitement; cherished memories I've filed.
It only takes a whiff of fresh salt ocean air to take me complete away,
back to my first trip to the ocean beach on a summer day.
It was a trip I couldn't forget, full of excitement and play.
I couldn't sleep the night before thinking about the trip to the beach.
When we finally arrived and walked out as close to the shores reach,
after dad picked out a spot to place our towels. Walked about
and felted the warm gritty sand between our toes. I looked out
and listen to the sound of crashing waves on the sand,
and gulls beating their wings making loud sounds. Mom held my small hand,
as the cold waves would just threw me around.
Walking up and down the beach, I found
seashells that had brilliant colors like a rainbow
that waves had washed up onto the shore; maybe long ago.
Sitting down on the sand,
I built a sand castle and
felt the wind on my face as dad shared childhood stories.
This is one of many of my cherished memories.
4/21/2018
Poetry Contest: ANY RHYME FORM - AN EARLY CHILDHOOD MEMORY –
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
felted, memory, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly
sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom.
Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly.
An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch,
and, softens all the jagged edges of the scene
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
a collage of layers blends all color in between,
each angle decomposing in the rain.
And, softens all the jagged edges of the scene.
Within the fog the distant mountains strain,
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
each angle decomposing in the rain.
A watercolor tableau where, unforeseen,
the mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom.
First Appeared in The Autumn Sound 10/13
Categories:
felted, nature, sad,
Form:
Terzanelle
Was i Wrong to tell you how i felt
and show you things you never felted.....
I must of been dumb to think that you would think the same
but i didn't know it would happen this way....
How crazy of me to think you could love me the way i wanted to love you?!
Was i really wrong...of course you been hurt
but i thought just like me you wouldn't stop....
How could i have thought without thinking????
Your scared and I've should of known
Was i Wrong.....
Sorry for all this that had happen...very much i am..
I beg for forgiveness and I'll never do it again...
but.....um...soooo...i just wanted to know???
Was I wrong???
Categories:
felted, love, me, love, me,
Form:
Haiku
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR A SHADE OF DIFFERENT IMAGES I SEE OF ME. MY EYES BLOGGING FROM MY SIGHT. DISPEAR OF WHAT I SEE OF ME. STANDING THERE LIKE A SOLDIER WITH MY ARMS AT EASE BY MY SIDE.
CHUMMING THROUGH MY HAIR WITH A BRITTLE BRUSH. MY HAIR SLOWLY FALLS AND FADES AWAY. I RUB THE BALDNESS OF MY HAIR FEELING NOTHING BUT, FREEZES FELTED BEHIND. I PANICKING GRAB A WIG HANGING OVER THE BEDROOM DOOR. PLACING THE ITCHGY STICKY DARK WIG ON MY HEAD.
LOOKING SIDEWAYS PARAELLE AND HORIZONTAL FIGURING WHICH END LOOKS STRAIGHTER. FEELING DISGUISTED AND FRAUSTATED. I FLASHED A PHOTO PICTURE OF ME, SHOWING ONLY THE LINING OF THE WIG TREADS.
STANDING THERE GLAZING AT ME THROUGH THIS SILHUETTE MIRROR. I POSED MYSELF AS MY OWN PAINTER OF A GHOUL OF MIDNIGHT. I REARRANGED THE WIG AND MYSELF WITH A JAGGED KNIFE. SHOWING ONLY THE SCULPTURE OF ME WITH NO HAIR.
Categories:
felted, hair,
Form:
ABC
Do you remember
the first time we met?
I do: it was on a warm
sundae afternoon.
There were gales
of mischief and glee
all around, each cradling
a clear plastic bag,
with a treat of tumbleweed
trying to escape the rim:
banana, toffee or
vanilla flavoured
cotton candy; or
were they woolly fibres -
similar to the strands that
intermingle in your felted hair?
Categories:
felted, childhood, food, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
I saw you in the summer i knew when i looked at you i felted something in my
heart but it wasnt strong to realize how much i cared for you i felted that pain
more when winter came and it keeped on getting stronger and stronger little by
little i start realizing how much my feeling grew for you but i showed and showed
you my feeling and still there wasnt a respond so i tired giving you something i
would never give no one else but you and still no respond i cry my ass off and
still no respond then you lefted far far far far away with out no last kiss only a hug
but didnt last long cuz you was on the way to puerto rico that hurted me alot but i
try not to think of you all day every day so little by little my love for you was fading a
way into i heard the song LOVE by keyshia Cole cryed and cryed and cry and i tell
myself stop cryind over him he dont care for you the way you care for him he dont
see your love for him all he see is alil girl who gave him wat he wanted thought
doing that would change things but it didnt i regreted it because all you did was
leave and hurted me why you had to leave? did you care me? did that night mean
any thing to you? why ? why ? why ? thats all i can ask you is WHY? :'-(
Categories:
felted, lost love, love, for
Form:
Shallow unopened grave
Rotten earth
If opened a terrifying curse
Behold I discover
A shallow open grave
Laid a dead man
With blood
Dripping from his brain
He spoke
A breath first
Then he said
You fool
‘’A Curse Curse’’
Blood just drooled
I felted the same
But I should be scared
A dead man curse
I don’t believe
If this is true
A flow of blood would leave
This must be a dream
Eyes wont shut
In the wilderness
has to feel around
Floating my feet cant
Touch the ground
IF MY HEARTS BEATING IT DOESN’T MAKE A SOUND
MY CURSE IS OF MY OWN
My Shallow unopened grave
As repeated my hole life
I have to write
It starts over tonight
Categories:
felted, fantasygrave,
Form:
Free verse
how can this be a lovely day
a smell that i wish will never fade away
a sun that comes each morning
a sun that doesnt go away
i never seen you before
how can this be
hope.. hope
you did not past me
how can this be
love...love
when have you came to be
how can this be
a pretty smile from everyone i see
all wounds heal
even those that bleed
how can this be
a heart i had that was never felted
ice has melted
tears.....tears you left me
how can this be
people heal
i did not belive
a smile
a weeping of joy
my eyes are clear
how can this be?
Categories:
felted, artsun,
Form:
Free verse