Best Splays Poems
Whether ocean or mountain with valley green
or every deep forest in between
My love for Nature fills my eyes
With every creature of Earth and sky
The changing hues on quiet display
From dawn's red light to twilight's gray
With moon that splays its beams so far
A match lit night from a shooting star
The sound heard from a wolf at night
An eagle's glide from feathered flight
The deepest footprints held in snow
And richest colors from a rainbow
Brilliant fire from Autumn leaves
Birth of Spring where nothing grieves
These wondrous things your eyes can see
As you sit below a bending tree
My inlaid heart from Nature's design
I'm another life on her fruited vine
3/13/17 Contest The Love of Nature
Our soul's luminous light filters the depth of darkness
shining like a woven thread into the stillness of time
It was there where we met, in a universe long forgotten
where we merged wrapped in the twilight of breaking dawn
We've known love in worlds that have passed
before we cried out for a new birth
where our spirits rolled like thunder
needing to be heard
You are the emptiness I feel
until we meet...in every journey
when we cross the arc of time once again
Somewhere
when our lips finally meet
and the rush of this new world stops
It's there trapped in the fragrance
Love will be forever warm
To drift in a dream, where our hearts flutter
and love's face glows, in all its colors
To float away with life's night
where our souls capture love's fire
holding its flame gently
To feel the velvet petals of passion's flower
where the fragrance wafts from blooms
caressing our yearnings with the sweet scent
of intoxication
As our hearts merge in glorious freedom
leaving this world without a care
slowing the flight of hummingbirds
when we whisper a symphony of desire
heard by welcome ears
until the beautiful dawn splays ever soft
across sensual eyes of love
leaving us standing over the graves of our hearts
as we await another life, in another place and time
for our love is eternal and we will meet again
2/23/18 contest Free Verse on Love
Apples ripen pink, hotly blushing,
though the ardent yellow sun grows faint;
blackbirds sucking soft honeyed sweetness.
like babies at breast, show no restraint.
Mellow ripeness splays rich-toned color;
the trees raise scarlet armed applause.
Red-brown and gray, small creatures hurry
stowing provisions for winter's pause.
Copyright, September 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
The copse of aspens quake.
Horses graze and cows laze
as languid summer splays
emeralds in its wake,
low fields to overtake
the prospect's cyan glaze.
Immutable the sun
in lambent saffron drape
above the lucid scape
contemplates the glisten,
auscultates the paean,
the whispering of crepe
as runes the leaves impart
to dulcify the heart.*
*Hexsonnetta is a form invented by Andrea Dietrich
1/7/18
Raven hair splays across her pillow in soft waves.
Olive skin as smooth as the satin on which she lays.
Golden locket with their images, rests upon her throat.
His heart wrenching pain, hidden, as the gun neath his coat.
His last kiss as soft as her dusty pink lips.
He remembers her warmth and the curve of her hips.
Their vows taken in bliss; till death do us part.
To the living, is left a broken, bleeding heart.
He leans over her body with his gun aimed true.
Crimson sprays up, dotting sky's of blue.
Echo's of gunfire, the tombstones couldn't mask it.
As his body falls limp, across his true love's casket.
It twas dark, a hen's night
stillness abandoned the fright
knocks echoed freely
and here her presence was felt
Chimera fragments an innate realm
unbeknownst reasons dare overwhelm
A shoulder-companion gone lain
unearthed my being hath slain
seams seared and baked
rivers red hot, unadultered she knelt
twilight's heightened bell
barriers bedlam befell
curvaceous moons slipped
Chamber's dust filled out the old
breaths breathing in air gone cold
pumps pursed off dire angelic lips
breading beats inner anguish shuned
Light lingers in parchement craved
digging deep past stones well paved
Pebbled path's overgrowth graves utter grief
sight lines demanded fall with Autumn's leaf
promise skips 'cross a barren pond
a flight trapped pain comes undone
marched beats humble
vagabond makings tumble
hearts welcomed home
Released the wilderness calls
blessed respite guides the walls
yellow splays the morning
balance tips the scales
I sit in silence with my thoughts
to watch the sun slowly rise, on the red ribbon of dawn
as it splays its glorious glow across the flowering meadow
casting small shadows in motion dancing with the grass
Beyond the patch of purple asters, in the morning's mist
I see a butterfly
drifting with a breeze I have yet felt
hovering with brightly colored fragile wings
sweeping up...gliding down
landing lightly on lavish soft whorls of petals...so mercurial
in perfect unison with the morning's breeze
I feel now on my skin
Oh! To be so free, untangled from the world
coming to rest on the sweetness of fragrant scents
Please! My delicate friend...take me with you
so I may know the peace and serenity of your world
As I sit in silence with my thoughts and dream of the freedom
I see in your calm aerial world of tender caress
10/1/19
Contest...Writing Challenge-October-Butterfly
Sponsor Dear Heart-Wiishkobi Ode
Giraffe at the watering hole
She splays her forelegs one at a time
levering, leaving dignity
behind, easing down to a
half sideways split; then bends
to drink, hoping no
lion arrives
blood-blushing
head rush
up
To be in love along the rushing shore
And hear sounds from your heartbeat to enslave
To kiss your hungry lips, then wanting more
Obtaining love's desire, its constant crave
Besot, beneath this dazzled sky, I find
Love's lightning splays a light that clears my view
Such echoed worlds, warm soft as waves inclined
Submerged through quiet eyes, a love so true
My hand entwined in yours, we bond as one
While watching footprints fade in pebbled sand
To spy a reddening sky and setting sun
While falling into night, at stars command
We'll feel the waves upon our warmest skin
And touch the stars, as dawn arouses in
Written by Mystic Rose & Frederic Parker
March 3, 2014
For contest, Collaboration.. sponsored by Jared Pickett
The heart of the meadow
is a solitude of wonder that stretches to the horizon
where a red ribbon offers the awakening dawn
in a paradise of glorious glow
that reflect in my eyes of wonder
Where silence is welcomed
by a mortal soul yearning
for a painted palette of color
that begins at the end of an endless meadow
that lay on the banks of a meandering stream
formed by cascading waterfalls
pouring over ancient cliffs from mountain snow
where a dove is heard as a mist rises
to dance on the leaves of flowers
leaving dew for a gentle purpose
the eastern sky has lit
and splays its rays upon the wet stones
of the lonely stream
to leave a sparkling glow of tranquility
in a tabernacle of vibrant technicolor
where my curious eyes wade into the shadowed lace
of leaves dripping with dew
seeking birds of beauty hidden in an oasis of limbs
like a distant note that echos through the valley
the red horizon becomes a chorus of light
where my longing soul can wander this lonely stream
of fragrant wildflowers
and welcome the gentleness of Nature
3/21/23
contest Writing Challenge "N" words
sponsor Constance La France
Nature
The end of the day splays on my window sill
Complete with soft rays from the setting sun
That casts long shadows from an oak tree
To be painted on my shirt before day's done
Night creeps in at its own pace.
The windows open, feeling a cool breeze.
My dog Sam and I rest in our cabin's space.
Sam with a bone, me with a beer, crackers, and cheese.
Today has been calm, us just sitting here,
Watching the quiet movement of another day.
Through the window was a passing deer.
Sam barked once or twice, the deer went on his way
Night falls dark and stars brightly shine
Some clouds from a North prevailing wind
A chilling fog could cover the coastline
And keep all the fishing boats locked in
I may fall asleep sitting right here
With Sam my companion and friend
Hope when we wake the morning skies clear.
So Sam and I can do it all over again
9/10/15
24:Drops of color splinter from the crystal’s sharp edges--
From the hard clearness,
Blue splays
Orange dances
Green jumps
Purple plays
As yellow mellows
Down the hot day.
Even through the dust
that filters light’s passage,
Rainbow’s essence delights the ceiling.
Beams win against a decade of unwashed window.
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
Wintry weather creeps down with passing days,
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Many of the larger critters are sadly trapped,
For they have not adjusted to our urban ways
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.
Tall, spindly pines are in thin snowsuits wrapped
In the wind a snow-laden limb melodically sways
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped
As they search for a safe place while winter splays
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.
Before the snow can melt, it is once again lapped
Piling up high, thwarting mountain hiking forays
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
For years the mountain trails have been mapped
It’s possible to enjoy those Christmas Eve sleighs
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Written October 29, 2022
To slowly drift in a dream,
where hearts flutter,
and love's face glows in all its color.
to float away into the night,
as the soul captures love's fire,
holding its flame with a gentle hand.
to feel petals of passion's flower,
where fragrance flows from its bloom,
caressing the yearning for its sweet scent,
of intoxication,
as hearts merge in glorious freedom,
to leave this world without care,
and slows the flight of humming birds,
while each mouth whispers a symphony of desires,
heard by wanton ears,
while the beautiful dawn splays ever soft,
across the sensual eyes of love.
This is one of a few sonnets Mystic and I collaborated on
she has left PS and in her honor, I'm posting it
To you Vienna, my writing buddy
To Be in Love
To be in love along the rushing shore
And hear sounds from your heartbeats that enslave
To kiss your hungry lips, then wanting more
Obtaining love's desire, its constant crave
Besot, beneath this dazzled sky, I find
Love's lightning splays a light that clears my view
Such echoed worlds, soft as waves inclined
Submerge through quiet eyes a love so true
My hand entwined in yours, we bond as one
While watching footprints fade in pebbled sand
To spy a reddening sky and setting sun
While falling into night, at stars command
We'll feel the waves upon our warmest skin
And touch the stars, as dawn arouses in
written by Mystic Rose and me
3/3/14