Best Lattice Poems
Down the stairs turned chiseled rocky steps
the bare beauty cascades like an ebullient rapid
raw grace of Eve glistens on the satin skin
tinged with the hues of primeval nature exposed
sculpted in curvy contours of Michelangelo finesse
and charisma.
Amorous luster flowing in the cleaved vale
carved between the ambrosial mounds
opens up on the vista of the ivory meadow
supple rhythm of scented jasmine allure
wafts on the canopy of the yonder thicket
and waits.
The porcelain ballerina feet as insipid as
the stark sorrow of the defoliated winter tree
half-way on the staircase stuck motionless
a statue draped in symphony of au naturel shape
moonbeam lattice covers her with silver screen
and enigma.
October 11, 2019
A Brian Strand 1097 Contest
Pinpoints of lightened tones blush in grace
with impressionistic smudges…
ornate yet mellow like hues
glistening fine textures
on Monet’s lattice,
breathing alive
as I soak
in his
oil !
………….
Brian Strand's Contest No 219, Max 14 lines
Painting: Pathways in Monet's Garden
In Giverny 1902
grey clouds weave lattice
of dark dusk on canopy…
wilted willow weeps
January 25, 2020
Contest : HI - KU
Sponsor : Brian Strand
The lattice bare, from winter's air
In need of paint, and vine--
Is waiting there, for its repair
And for the sun to shine.
Then put in proper order
With some paint, and jasmine too--
The lattice gate and border
Greets the courters, bright and new!
~M
Far, far way you've gone beyond worlds
that divided us in a time I cannot shape or mold--
just shadows, just shadows of you that now
visions barely see the pewter breeze combing
your fibrous-winter hair: O like so,
I weep, I linger at the eyes my essence
knows so well….they are but hazy tones
disappearing from our longing gaze
shared along a bridge covered
by the old lattice of trusses and boughs:
And I dream of you with an affection more
golden than Snow's moonlight craving
for timber of reveries and fables that
hold our secrets telling us about love’s forlorn
destiny…yet this heart keeps us near, grasping
a pain not too tight on a hundred- meter stretch
until you passed the border without me.
Alone for a walk, I know you're just breathing,
lounging, curling right by my side..all the while.
Covered Bridge for Craig Cornigh’s Contest
8/26/2017
With lonely life amidst the breaking waves of the stormy sea
I search in shifting sand lattice for your image etched for me.
October 3, 2021
Contest : Your Best Rhyming Couplet # 2
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins
Carved of one stone strong, you and I
In our texture same lattice lie
Oneness binds our grains together.
Eroding times' wrath can’t alter
Twined heart's tie even if they try.
On our common strength we rely
People don't fail to wonder why
In diverse life stature we are
Made of one stone.
On us, time a river flows by
Souls shine, two minds fuse, petrify
On face of lithic still mirror
We see us made for each other.
For final sleep on bed we’ll lie
Made of one stone.
Written : November 4, 2017.
Form : Rondeau. Syllable count : 8 each line except for 4 in last lines of stanzas 2,3.
March 23, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice O, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I was baptized in the howls of wolves, under the lattice of thorns of ancient winds,
My veins are mapped by serpents, my pulse beats to the rhythm of forgotten beasts,
All who fear kneel, but I stand untamed in the midst of the storm,
Unsculpted by the hand of time, unyielding in the face of attempts to shape me.
Every scar on my skin is an earth-shaking howl that cannot be silenced,
Every breath I take is a hurricane born from the depths of my being,
In forests hidden by the shadows of ages, I rise like a primordial cry,
My crown is woven from winds that have danced with ever-changing leaves.
The whispered tales of forgotten creatures flow through my veins like ancient rivers,
I am sculpted by the storm, untouched by the hand that tries to mold me,
Every mark on my skin speaks of battles fought in the silence of long nights,
And each breath carries the force of a hurricane ready to unleash itself.
I am the one who stands proud between howls and winds, between scars and untamed storm,
An echo of the past that refuses to be forgotten, a soul vibrating with the power of beings,
In the wilderness where others bow, I remain, rising wild and untamed,
For I am the one who stands proud between howls and wind, between scars and storm.
Composing harp melodies as a musical score,
Sounds that seem to have been frozen in time,
In reverse metamorphosis, crystals melt more,
Snoring in lattice husks, a willow moth sublime.
Sounds that seem to have been frozen in time,
In a dismal dungeon, dragonflies utterly scatter,
Snoring in lattice husks, a willow moth sublime,
Blood-storm charms fall in a tungsten disaster.
In a dismal dungeon, dragonflies utterly scatter,
If these models don't assist you to sleep tonight,
Blood-storm charms fall in a tungsten disaster,
Or educate the demons who entice your insight.
If these models don't assist you to sleep tonight,
Conceivably that our ambitions will deceive,
Or educate the demons who entice your insight,
Maybe you'll opine everything is crystal naive.
Conceivably that our ambitions will deceive,
Warm lime hues permeated the air with honesty,
Maybe you'll opine everything is crystal naive,
You'll notice how I've stated times of ambiguity.
Warm lime hues permeated the air with honesty,
with timeless topaz and a ticking sapphire burst,
You'll notice how I've stated times of ambiguity,
For the time being, I'd yearn to exhibit my worst.
With timeless topaz and a ticking sapphire burst,
In reverse metamorphosis, crystals melt more,
For the time being, I'd yearn to exhibit my worst,
Composing harp melodies as a musical score.
Written: January 14, 2023
The seamless sky called life glowed in serene beauty
In time’s drifting waft flitted a butterfly free
On its wings I painted lattice of my essence
Flowers in my garden bloomed all seasons for me.
November 18, 2020
Rhyme scheme used : A B C B
Syllable count : 12 each line
checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Quat-Ro Your Four Line
Sponsor : Brian Strand
The desolate wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my indigent life that tried so long so very hard
to smoothen the angularities of the obtuse mind.
Swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation,
sucked into the dark abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frosted in the perennial winter of despair.
The spring of yearning came in hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my satin sky where you flew like a butterfly,
its fluttering cadence created a surreal symphony,
harmonized with the rhythm of music of my heart,
where emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled between you and me to entwine us forever,
consecrating concealed concept of craving called love.
You made it diaphanous weaving the lattice of desire
on tapestry of longing to stay unfurled till end of time.
August 9, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (19)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
uneasy
feelings,
subtle
needs,
so
translucent
clinging,
precarious
as snagged
braids
of
silk
floating,
'til
providence
reveals
all
translated
upon
our
sleeve
Penultimate misty mile
resonates pined
sunset swan song
of forlorn footprints
transformed to
flattened anonymity.
In the shadow of
cleaved cloud
in swarming storm
turmoil threads
weave ordained
webbed horizon
languished obscurity,
Convolute canvas of
chameleon conversion
deception illumines
the last corner
patina plays
beguiled buoyant
with the remnant rays
of sanguinity.
In the final flash
of the sinking sun
latent lattice
fabricates in delusion
unframed dreams
of petrified life
in kaleidoscopic snapshot.
In the satin sky the clumps of cloud
on their scarlet wings slowly rise,
on them beguiled with the golden gift
of the mesmeric dawn my mind flies.
My heart races on rolling rhapsody,
surges with the waves of sparkling sea,
as the rippling breeze flowing from
the halcyon horizon whispers to me.
The waves of rapture on radiant beach
lay the pristine patina of pearly glow,
that shimmers on my fading footprints,
following the lattice of your luring shadow.
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March 21, 2022
Contest : A Brian Strand 1093
Sponsored by : Brian Strand
frost grips frozen ground
lancet winds slice solitude...
snow flakes seam silence