Best Fluffs Poems
With brilliance, clad in white, in an enchanted world,
a vision most inviting stands before my very eyes.
She treads a grassy hill beyond which mountains rise
to heaven's heights where fluffs of clouds, as if in pink, are swirled.
Her golden locks are streaming in a gentle breeze.
Her lovely face is beaming. It's a woman-child I see.
My steps are quickening. She seems to beckon me.
But suddenly the sun is streaming; soon the maiden flees!
Who was she? Can you guess? And where has she now gone?
A little hint - she'll come again, but not till night has passed.
Wake up bright and early; she comes and goes so fast!
Look to the sky and watch for her. She is the Goddess Dawn.
Love lifted me into the clouds so high
I could not see the world beneath my feet.
We sailed away into a sunset sky.
I felt so sure my life was then complete!
We soared through galaxies, collecting dust
from shining stars that made our faces glow.
Life felt so sweet; the earth beneath us must
have been illusion. . . . but what did I know?
Reality, I learned, was not above
those fluffs of clouds, for passion dies so soon,
you’re pulled down to the ground. And what of love?
It’s just a glimmer up there on the moon.
Yet mortals can’t stop wishing for that flight
above the clouds into the star-filled night.
July 25, 2016
Snowflake feathers
Drift down from the sky
Who fluffs these downy clouds?
Waterfall
Escaping
from far confined spaces
longing for freedom over the rim
Highlighted
flowing wavy tresses
cascading over rocky shoulders
Rushing sounds
of an endless stampede
racing and galloping through the air
Frothy fluffs
of white bubbly splendor
splashing, glistening in the sunlight
Sandra M. Haight
October 27, 2014
~7th Place~
Contest: Some Form of Crystalline
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Ivory flakes fluttering down,
Turns the ground into white from brown,
A soft blanket of silver snow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
It clothes the earth with milky mark,
Has that extra glittering spark,
God rains down blessings floating slow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Moonlike little stars in the air,
Frosted fluffs flying everywhere,
Covered in icy crystal glow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Melt-on-the-tongue magic stardust,
Diamond dots on the winter gust,
This lacy quilt coats the meadow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Frozen tidbits settle on me,
I feel fantastic, feel so free,
Caught in a snow globe, I'm aglow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Who else can make this unique thing?
None, but my God, who is The King,
His love in winter, He does show,
Kisses from heaven sent below.
New years old wishes are
the dandelion fluffs of my life’s springtime.
I blew wistfully on a pappus; its many feathered seeds
wafted – weightless as whispers – in the wind.
To where they flew, I do not know.
Very few of them found their way
into any of my own new years yet to come.
Did they scatter out into a Dreamland,
to manifest themselves in the lives of others
of whom I sometimes felt a bit envious?
I imagine the tiny dandelion parachutes
of others’ longings as having lifted and then
drifted unexpectedly into some of my better new years.
They had not been my specific wishes; nevertheless,
they were gracious seedlings of yearnings
that planted themselves and grew to bless my life.
I stopped blowing on candles or dandelion fluff
many many years ago. Hardly any wants -new or old -
do I wish for any more. Life is what it is.
In any new year, I will take what floats my way.
Cottonwood snowcaps blowing in the breeze
fluffs of white flutter, filling a distant history
closed eyes filter out tiny drops of salted sea
Time, lost along with another passing season
misted moments mixed with lavender essence
dropped down in a canyon of heartfelt misery
A fervent haze rises across the baked horizon
burning deep visions of succulent lips waiting
on honey dipped words to melt frozen moments
-never forgotten
She floated down into the meadow quietly, silencing the air, by stilling it.
The surrounding oak trees smiled, recognizing her power, not fully
understanding her majesty, but appreciating it and loving her
capableness.
As she twirled her skirt, which barely touched the ground, the earth began
changing from brown to the most marvelous white. Winter threw her hands
in the air, sending icy fluffs of cotton into the atmosphere. They floated down
softly and quietly at first, but as they fell, they got bigger, and wetter, and
they were no longer dainty.
When winter was finished, the landscape had magically transformed from a
dried dead-looking thing to a gorgeous, alive blanket of pure white
beauty, that seemed to be twinkling with diamond crystals.
She smiled. It was time for her nap. She laid down on the meadow, so gently
she did not put a dent in the snow, instead, she waited, for the first footsteps
which would not come until morning.
Soft kisses from the sky,
Sparkly ice fluffs floating,
Silent whispers that fly,
Silver blanket coating,
Sovereign's cool symphony,
Shining white euphony,..
Stardust frozen divine.
sterile white snowflakes
coldness covers the still night ~
snow wolf fluffs its tail
(January Full Moon – Algonquin)
Don Coto's..
face smiles no more
Only in memory
Paving the way for others
with dreams and aspirations
Arriving at these shores
To prosper achieving those dreams
And hopes that our forefather set
So many years ago while the moon
Looked on :-) tides rolling in and out
like clock work fish dancing to the
Florescent harmony of the stillness
The trip took many months
With many risks,so coming to this point
This time this place..I think about
Don Coto's flag ship la 'Cocora'
Now a memory lingering on and on
She was sold for scrap years before
We now go sailing on planes with wings
Like the beautiful birds seen flying high
Driving Upwards by the warm thermals
Sailing past Ponce Deleon and old San Juan
Reminiscing through my past,leaving behind
Our companions never to be seen again
The fisherman of el Farro and Playa Santa
Putting our noses against the window
Of This flying machine
To see this brand-new world in its grandeur
I Dios mio,oh my god
a Cold blustery morning it was
We left the balmy Tradewinds in morning
As we exit the this flying Machine
And enter a new world
White flakes racing from out of nowhere
Hearing my uncle Pedro ,watch your step
Watch your step stopping every every few feet
Allowing the fluffs of white to enter my mouth
Flicking my tongue like el Coqui
In between chattering teeth
but a thought comes to mind
A sadness,accentuated by a harsh reality
A new way of life A new language
A brand new shiny culture
Our old home left behind and now a new land
Called Los Estados Unidos
The United States
mi Nuevo Mundo
Our new world
bless us all...
Winter sestina
on summer nights she cupped love in her heart
tasted the honey of a gentle kiss
and the heat of an exotic garden,
she roamed in a rabble of wild colours, with rows of chillies
red hot in the sun, back when she was young,
heart hammering, fluttering like a bird
she knew a freedom then and flew, like a bird
on the wind of words that touched her heart,
like Spring she burst with the richness of the young
she danced and claimed her man for a kiss
her blood burning in her like juice of chillies
she was exploring love and luscious in the garden
now frost silvers the branches in the garden
she fluffs herself in feathers like a bird,
her tropical thoughts, hot as chillies
still simmer in a corner of her heart,
though she has passed the joys and langour of the kiss
she knows the white heat of being young
she has a freedom too, not felt when she was young
is curious to know who lives now in the garden,
she knows the thousand meanings of a kiss
and feels the height and flight of every bird,
the smiles of those she loves nest in her heart
warming her blood and glowing like chillies
in a shadowed door she sits and strings the chillies
watching the posturing of the young,
benevolent, smiling, letting loose her heart
in memories of time once spent in a garden
when all she could hear was the singing of the bird
and all her dreams were garnished with a kiss
her love flows broader now, gifted with a kiss
the wind of her years rattles her old bones, like chillies
on a tin roof in the sun, watched by a bird
who remembers too, how it was to be young,
who flew and nested in a golden garden
and sang the songs that touched the woman’s heart
now, in winter frost, her heart is warmed with every childish kiss,
in the garden are scattered seeds and skins of long dead chillies,
and the young ones listen for the voice of the bird
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.
Ever touch a fallen star
so close it burns
from a way down wish
of living sleep,
sounding out
you are completely
far apart
from the deep of what
was the center of your heart?
Blame fate
Drink it down as love
Name it happiness
and choose
all there is to gain and lose
Oh yes, choose...
one by one
the secrets of your ruse
Pile them up as stones
one upon another
until there is a mountain sky
that poses as silent lullaby
for the truth
along this garden wall
so filled to the brim
with clouds and roses
I remember you
as seeds of pain
bits of love
and fluffs of dreams
planted within the cracks
of my soul
and I pray to God
for a perfect rain
This large dark creature fluffs its wings at me,
causing fear and shame.
However, I have done nothing wrong to it.
Yet, it snares at me in pain. I am afraid, but I call to it
and it comes close, but not near for fear. Why is this creature afraid,
or is it just the Human trade.
I call, it comes, I show by my outstretched hands, then gently
touches my hands and pecks. Then, flies away a greeting we
have made known, no more to be afraid.
The Raven twice removed to come back another day.