Best Uncurl Poems
Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom
of spring to summer fall to winter
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at once both self-reliant and reliant
my soul to embryo seed to seedling
the mettle it takes for the genesis;
for my poppy pod to wake and break
a tiny speck of matter a fleck of duality unleashed
I surrender my dormancy to the earth -
roots reach deep like pale squiggly fingers
..for my kernel was laid to rest to bustle to life..
while my headstrong head pushes up through the soil
I come to be.. like a new idea taking shape
a physical being grounded
while seeking the realm of the Sun
the source of spirit as essential
as the dark womb from which I emerge
with a heart budding with the universe from nothing
I sprout as a sprig from a rounded grain
conceived in a gold-dusted flurry of furry buzz..
a bumblebee's dalliance with the center of a whorl
a mote of pollen so mite-like -- but
m i g h t y
in purpose potential and power
woven together in the art of creation
wind-driven autumn rains and sips of melted snow
..mother’s milk during the passage of time..
sweetly feeds the gentle needs for my tender birth
daystar’s dabble-dance with shadows
charm the chill from the cradle of the garden floor -
warm ginger dapples flit to find me between
canopy gaps in swish and sway..
mini-spots mirroring the disk of the Sun reminds me;
the image of what I’ll become
when my solar heart shines in a petal-chalice of flame..
rapture stirs the layers of humus
penetrating my essence with a ripening
stoking my fortitude to fulfill my destiny
to break free of that which holds me down
and reach ever higher inspired by a promise;
the golden circle of solace.. the bull's-eye in the sky
whose glow does kiss and grow my soul -
my inner space of bright sure to blaze
in a blossom cup’s confinement
my soul to embryo seed to seedling
sown to assure my flowering
my earthy ascension fulfills Nature’s cycle of nativity;
above the loam I rise to unfurl
and lift my airy leaves’ uncurl up high
in praise of the light
as the end of a gray season curves
into the festive yellow equinox of resurgence
This year’s been so long. So long to Winter!
With blinding shaft and bright bleeding of sun,
the limbs of trees, like flames, trust their tinter.
Unfurl the soulful buds, ye Holy One!
The soak of pomp at ground level unfurls.
Angelic, sonorous romance of Spring.
See tea cups and saucers — bouquets uncurl.
Astir your eyes to the rebirth God brings.
True garden grows within — reds, purples, blues.
The rose, tulips, and wildflowers — His gifts.
Forsake not light of brightest scent and hue.
Lean in, darlings, and pluck the sweetest lift.
To live is Christ! Adoration of life!
So friends, spur away Winter and its strife.
3/6/2021
Breath of Spring
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
blank-faced the page calls
each pounded pore of rice waits
brush tips dance on pointed toe
or fall like curtains
stark poser of questioned light
much more is left than finished
softer surface calls
needle prick the skin of white
adorning torsos and limbs
shaded dragon roil
as biceps flex and uncurl
much more is left unfinished
sea green stones of jade
shade and shadowed by chisel
leaves and limbs of trees precise
form rows dark and light
frozen forests unmoving
much more is left unfinished
First Published in Eunoia Fall of 2014
O souls of the Island,
I have silently
heard through
tropical torrents
and surpassed
a million miles
of the milky seas,
away from
mint-marine
silhouettes of my
utopian wonderland,
as strawberry
ripples and
coconut-scented
musings called
upon my
flamboyant spirit,
to explore those
ebony-emeralds
of universe and
envelop my hope in
creamy pink shells.
I have soaked in
sepia impressions,
ebbing as
crepe currents
on splitting shores
and windsurfed
through the
hibiscus rays
of life by forbidding
heartache hymns
of yesteryears,
from lurking in
jewelled hours
of today
and built a
kryptonite kayak
to sail in the
turquoise times
of tomorrow.
For, now I know
that the
opalescent ocean
has chosen me,
to return the
riveting spirit
of sage-rufescent
rivulets back to
the 'Heart of
Humanity's Cosmos',
shaped in
soft serenades
of seraphim.
When the
whispers of a
mauve french-rose,
blooming within,
will uncurl their
farthest wish
in silken twinkles,
my eyes will always
remember these
watercolor heights
splashing crayon dusks
and revealing
silver moon truths,
for there's more
beyond the
neon networks
of syzygy pearl skies
and chestnut reefs,
yearning to be
cherished by the
blonde alchemy of love.
So, I abandon
those sooty
regrets that snorkel
with their fragile fins in
kohl-lily gulfs
and observe these
constellations
of intuitions, formed
by the star-kissed
manta rays and
sketch sagacious
saudades laced
with hope, as a
halo around the
lilac Pole Star.
In this mortal
seascape of
the seventh heaven,
every orphan
of darkness
shimmers as
the beacon
of lustrous
sugar-scintilla that
shapes this world,
in ivory-smitten
spheres of
magically
diaphanous helix,
waltzing in whispers
of wind and water.
Every lava-skinned,
feminine flame
of doleful daffodils
was once a glittered
cherry-red gardenia,
laced with
cardinal buds,
who nurtured
velvet seeds
in the womb of
celeste compassion
and edenic empathy.
And like myself,
every sea-maiden of
sequined lush ruminations,
crowned with
purple plumerias,
is a whimsical wayfinder,
wishing for ~
white bells of serenity
and blue-star petals of peace.
Sing to me with your light
my parched soul loves you
I'll uncurl my silky tresses
to let your fragrance brew
Let me weave from dreamy raindrops
a blanket that wraps stars
I'll take you behind cotton clouds
to a world that will be ours
Chorus:
I carved your name from the golden sky
and lit it on warm sand dunes
I've waited so long to drench my soul
in velvet caress of your tunes
Your trembling lips melt frozen breath
I am no longer inside me
You drip through my crevices in snow
I fuse in you, let me be
Two parallel waves tied by pearls dance
we kiss in tales of love
frivolous moments fuse to touch desires
pouring stardust from above
Let the moon get drunk with our melodies
musical sandcastles afloat
Embrace me as seashells spill chiming breeze
Let me blush, on me you dote
Chorus:
I carved your name from the golden sky
and lit it on warm sand dunes
I've waited so long to drench my soul
in velvet caress of your tunes
Your trembling lips melt frozen breath
I am no longer inside me
You drip through my crevices in snow
I fuse in you, let me be
I am no longer inside me
I fuse in you, let me be
We fuse and sail, let us be..
June 22, 2020
SONGWRITERS CHALLENGE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~Winner: 1st Place
If I could calm the ocean,
Uncurl the waves for now
Bring peace with understanding
That not all crashes to shore
Not all things are salt in wounds
A soft empty beach at night
Can greet shiny ripples in moonlight
Glimmers of hope can hang on
Like barnacles to the jagged rocks
Not letting go in rough weather
Hope rests in the quiet night
Where loneliness can also visit
Instead take your hand in mine
Tides do not deliver what we expect
It is about what we want to create
Like the painter on the shoreline
Brush in hand, painting a memory
As the sun rises upon our faces
In a new day that has only just begun
Heidi Sands
5/28/17
Rain, old friend, I hear you gathering in the dark.
Come—my leaves are thirsty for your silver touch.
I have waited through the long hush of heat,
roots dreaming of your cool, wandering footsteps.
Let your voice fall through my branches,
let your fingers drum softly on my moss-green skin.
Every drop you bring wakes something sleeping in me—
the ferns uncurl, the soil breathes, the shadows brighten.
Stay awhile, Rain.
The world feels more like itself when you return.
feathers uncurl
first leap
invisible trust
I know sometimes I'm naughty,
But I find it hard to always be good.
To remember not to do things that I shouldn't
And to do the things that I should.
I know I make you cross and shout
When I do naughty things
But-if God meant me to be an angel,
Then, where did he put my wings?
I've looked and looked but I can't find them
Or perhaps they never grew.
Still I'll pretend I've got them anyway
So I can be an angel just for you.
But if sometimes I forget,
'Cause I haven't any wings to uncurl
Then p'rhaps it's really I'm no angel,
But just a little girl.
You'll find great Lipton's and greying Earl's
Lying in my green beds in a curl
In my aroma they flump
I tantalize them to jump
In my green waters for love to unfurl
Gorgeous ladies keep me in a twirl
Celebrities hold me up as a priceless pearl
With green eyed coquettes I strump
In their petalled lips I slump
Blinging down curvaceous bellies to swirl
I brew secret desires of any girl
Mischief in their hearts I cleverly knurl
Squeeze me greener I retrump
My flavour you'll never dump
With green tea lovers my passions uncurl!
May 2, 2016
Second Chance # 3
For Broken Wings
(Submitted- April 5, 2016
Finalised- April 16, 2016)
* Reference to Lipton Green tea & Green Earl Grey tea
inspired by contest nature theme
Beneath the undergrowth deep
Awakening from a winter sleep,
Hedgehogs stir in nocturnal nuzzle,
Uncurl their defensive puzzle;
Shrews,woodmice and voles
Quiver,and quickly desert their holes;
Badgers air the bracken couchette,
Forage for food around their sett;
Hustle,bustle in each earthly niche
To illustrate nature's pastiche
Midst hedgerows of yesteryear,
To preserve,protect and hold dear.
I weep, I weep, I weep;
And volunteer for long term Cryo-sleep.
If in five hundred years’ time
I am full and in my prime,
He and she will be but a dream
Imprinted upon the wall by my last scream.
At the dawn of a new day
Five centuries are dewed away.
A butterfly, I will uncurl
Open the lid, the tubes unfurl,
And over a planet I will stand
Earth’s dream at my command.
Originally published:
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 85, January 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM85COMP.pdf].
Like two windows into my dream world..
My eyes close as the shades slowly uncurl..
No peaking through the night as I drift into space..
Last call for all reality as mystery outlines my face..
I look up to the sky, kissing raindrops before they hit the floor..
Each splashes on my lips, windows closed but still an open door..
Flying through seasons and days like pages flipped in a book..
Each turned so quickly no chance to stop and look.
The heat on my face to the chill on my hands, drenched in sunshine
over a snow capped land..
The brightness peeks through the shade as morning makes
the evening fade..
What you dream is lived out over a continuous play..
Time to rise and follow your dream of today...
This place another world.
This palace of golden chandeliers where
To share is everyone's GOAL.
ON this SPHERE
A world where truths uncurl.
Where all is what it seems.
A place of PLATINUM mistletoes and
Love birds SING a LAVENDER SONG.
Serene is what it ought to be.
And wind CHIMES JINGLE lullabies
Everything is made of fascination, wonderment
And HAPPY TALES DELIGHT.
Here countless DREAMS are GOLDEN
AND FREE.
This place an eternal GRACE.
NO more winter CHILLING the bone.
Every day a SPRING PARADE
No frosted TENDER rose buds.
Mothers lay children down to sleep
Saying the sun never sets on pristine
Days.
Never any coolness or SNOWFLAKES
As once before.
Only the warmth of the gentle giant's rays.
This HUGE PALACE IS HOME to us all.
Its height we will not ever see the TOP OF.
No SLAMMING DOORS, only gently closing softly
Against the ear .
Cheerful HEALTHY FACES
This time, this place A KINGDOM OF
FLORAL ESSENCE GRACES.
UTOPIAN glazes BRAZEN blazes the sun
Gladdening there and there
Careful CHERISHED SPHERE FLARE AND
FLARE HEARTY LAUGHTER'S FREER here.
The drastic measures of our governments
They say will bring more safety to the world.
But one wonders what is their desired intent?
As we watch the roll of images uncurl.
As Paris is much closer than the Middle East
We fear that we too might be soon attacked.
This shows us humans are yet narcissistic beasts.
We narrow gaze to Europeans’ lacks.
Ironic thoughts of Armistice appear.
How France and Britain punished Ottoman.
No vision of a future hell was feared.
An Empire to be looted;oil rich lands.
Now our world has shrunk and history repeats:
It’s folly to ignore our real defeat.