Blanched Poems | Examples

Along With The Thunder

in the corner
of a blanched bungalow 
sits a self-portrait: 
loose bantu knots 
the color of volcanic ash 
her living nightmare 
   it was so much-
stampeding rain 
wild winds
the icon of tropical thunder
with summer lightning
   but the spite of ash 
threatened the fete
smashed the sun
morning had broken
   an island smeared 
like God had face-palmed us
judgment for another place
another people 
resting on your gables 
the deadweight of ash 
crashing queenie's 
garden party
The Lord is come.
   handling her Scriptures
squeezing the Holy Spirit 
out of print 
was she wholly confessed,
to be due robes of white 
satin? 
  the sun reawakened, 
                ash washed away, passes 
  through her window 
  where she sits 
cornered

Sleepy Daydream

I have been floating these days, 
in between thoughts, 
in between words. 
I have been grateful, 
and sick to my stomach at the unfairness 
of it all. 
Constellations strung together by invisible
threads pull me back together, 
they place my bare feet gently back on 
soft grass. 
My, I have no idea of what I am trying to say-
but I know, 
I know that  
my eyes are heavy and sleepy daydreams 
have taken root in place of this blanched reality. 
I would love to lay my head on a soft pillow 
tonight and let my thoughts drift out 
into the sea- 
to drown, 
to swim, 
to float. 
To do what heavy and light thoughts do- 
sink or save you.

LYRIC WORDS

The wispy withered woman at her wake
Was a bent blanched bloom, yet without mistake
Her lyric words march to our drumming hearts,
To each body, mind and soul love impart.
Her memory shines in the jeweled eyes
Of grandkids making music and mud pies.

Aureate Dreams

Flood of anonymous agony 
inundates the debris of hope, 
weed-webbed wasteland
of receding reverie
erodes in delirium  
within turbulent essence,
wreckage of life piles up,
            unlived,
transforms rapture garden 
into winter badland 
of foreboding discontent,     
            perceived.
 
Future meadow waits 
to be sauntered
            sanguine,
invents fantasy alchemy,
making magical gold
from ferrous aspirations,                            
gilding rusted crust 
of weathering present,
           metamorphosed,
marigold ecstasy blooms 
in the Midas-touched mind,
           mesmerized.
 
Wrapped by golden rays 
of garnet sun,
setting sublime  
beyond the content ocean,
entranced mind rolls
in twilight zone 
on sapphire life waves,
            broken, 
yearning psyche is drawn 
within the anguish trough,   
crashes on existential shore, 
shaped by the shadow 
of pearlescent past,
           petrified
in the collapsed sandcastle  
on the beleaguered beach
of the stilled time,
enfolding the blanched grains
of aureate dreams,
          d i s i n t e g r a t e d…..

The Nightly Shadow

The shadow in the night beckons.
I slowly rise from my warm and cosy bed
Only to follow the urge that drives me mad
Into spectral half-fledged woodland,
That spreads beyond my lonely tower.
 
Without volition, I approach slowly
A great, gaunt gate that towered
Over a ghostly path among the ashen trees.
A pale moon lights the blanched greensward,
That covered thinly the winding trail,
And from afar, I hear a river,
I hear its humming, throbbing, low, ferocious call,
Meant to disturb the serenity of my soul.

But I force myself into my somnambulism, 
And perhaps, lull myself to dream of angels.

Television News Reporter

Cinnabar remittance ailerons squall federal cobblestones. Lank alpine squint modest. Nectarine grimace, cloys toothsome.
Coiffure chain rod composure anemic, primogeniture Swedish cotton murk optics

Rodeo riding maiden broadcaster network metaverse falconry. Boreal voyages legalese.
Simper treacle blanched anecdotally. Goofy balm, beardless tease, healthy as a horse, real bee knees.

Blanched Veils There and Above

Blanched veils there and above
   Hold it in stony repose
Throughout time's continuum
   And blustering air flows.

Earth granted an ovation -
   Nodding its magnificence -
But bigger still is the one
   Who goes and conquers it.

RISING

Rising

I rise to see the rising of our sun,  ‘tho only
To begin with, a fat quarter of her,
For she is in great  part hidden,
Blocked by a line of trees.  She comes…
 A spark of flame 
Inching higher above the horizon 
Before my eyes,  presenting her face: 
A pulsing, glowing  nectarine orange
With a thin, berry-red rim,
Beneath  the still winking
 Dozns of stars  — 
  Only a minute from disappearing,
Taking away the remains 
Of the night that brought the day…
Until, as I write, the sun rises to
Nearly fully round, 
But she now wears a mask — 
Appearing not like our sun, but
Instead, like a sister moon
With her hot colors blanched, to look out
Wth a mother-of-pearl face
 Made so before me by a wind-blown 
Stream of clouds  skimming 
Past the line of trees
Whose new, Spring-born leaves, 
I can see in silhouette,
Quivering…

  



(c) s.y.eslinger 5/22/2024

Songs of Nature COS No 14: ABBA

Sole say I, What wouldst be the reasoning?
Murmurs, her head swerves about, hesitates,
nibbles green herbs with care then elevates.
Cautious white doe, quaint sight a wandering.
Alert nose takes air, head bent back, above.
Hooves pave a path, being blue, surges clear.
Unaware, her head drops, tickles my sphere,
casts her spot of me, blanched soul feels her shove.
She lights her weight to level her being,
the full breadth of her trots to my chilled beat,
trots to shore, genteel flow, dares to repeat.
Tempted, being tide, yet pursuit was keen,
Perchance another day of challenging,
Goes a white doe, faint glimpse a wondering.

Arabesque

Bush: she had a deep
black birds nest.
Fecund Arabic woman
dark peaches for thin lips.

White faced, I redden in the sun,
a blanched fig, a thirst
for dew drops.

One night is enough, maybe two,
there must be a Spanish guitar
pleading the stars for more tears.

I have a comb
for her oval waves,
she is, for a while,
the mother of the world
the secreting seeds
of a fruiting pomegranate.

I am her despoiler of silk sheets,
she, a font of arousal
baptizing a love-song.

Your Will Be Done

O lord, deep sorrows weigh on my heart, 

You created me, 

Where shall I go? 

Without you, To whom would I share my sorrows, 

I am a white flower in the garden of Autumn: scentless, colorless, and etiolated.

I too wish to bloom in the garden of verdure.

O lord; embrace and bear hug me, 

I am broken, a wanderer, and aimless. 

My life is abandoned, everyone. Everyone came.

They bruised, battered, and blighted me, went and left me solo in the garden of Autumn.

My sepals and blanched petals whimper there,

O lord; If you won't rescue me,

I think the white flower may die in the garden in Autumn.

I know I am a colossal sinner and sins have dimmed away my beauty and charm,
I don't want to die being a sinner.

If I died, I would die like a waste then,

If so, how can I stand in front of you? I can't endure it and would feel ashamed.

O lord; look at my garden of Autumn and transform it into the garden of spring. 

Let me perform the elegant deeds,

and then I wished to die

Ugly Pain

Some pain is beautiful
But not this pain.
This pain is ugly
Bleak bone blanched white.

Have you ever endured an ugly Pain?
It has no recompense
And comes with no redemption
It is a loop that continuously eats it's tail

It's not pretty
But it will change you
And you will be changed
Because ugly Pain is ugly
But ugly Pain is fierce

And the ugly Pain has made me strong
But It has also made me weak.

Glowing Dawn After Blizzard

Ushering in the winter, auburn autumn is gone,
the feathers of snow dance with the arctic wind,
blowing piercingly across the blanched lawn
where bare trees stand defoliated and thinned.

A squall spurts from the horizon’s hazy domain,
and gathers momentum turning into a blizzard
that shears with icy lancets the desolate terrain,
where the chilling whistle of incisive wind is heard.

At the end of the storm-ravaged frozen night,
the scarlet sun rises to delight in the glowing dawn,
settled snow absorbs all sounds in blanket white
that reflects the dazzling radiance of silken chiffon. 

_______________

January 18, 2023
Contest : 12 Lines Of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin

Tale of Two Cats Chasing a Toy

Like the North Wind,
Sent by Boreas
to lay driven snow, pure
and white, an ivory
whirlwind blows
through my living room.
The rodent, pink as 
embarrassment, flies 
with the speed of a
crossbow bolt loosed at
full tension. It’s woolen
body, firm but pliable.
The ashen animals
bear claws sharp as
thorns, attacking with the
ferocity of a defensive
rose garden. They strive 
for the kill, dilated pupils
take on the shape of
fully waxed moons, the color 
of pitch; an eclipse of
bloodlust. Eagerly, but 
methodically the blanched
aggressors approach the
rosy mouse and with
muscles tensed, as taut as 
moorings, they leap.
Their lithe, slim, dextrous
bodies fly through the
air. In a blizzard of ferocity
the rodent is struck down
and the ivory whirlwind
abates back into a pile
of freshly driven snow. 

1/12/23 for “Metrical Tale” 
Sponsored by Hilo Poet

Willows

WILLOWS

Willow rise and flourish —
A verdant contrast
To summer’s sun-blanched sky —
Lifting your branches ever high,
But then curving, draping 
In arcs on down, with your leaves
So set like rows of tears
In a passion of falling
Over the contours 
Of Mother Nature’s cheeks..
Inviting my spirit to sympathetically
Identify
The symbolic, extending 
Willows grown within me,
Created to mature
With all the stories and storms
Of my life’s passing seasons.


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(c) sally young eslinger 6/25/22
Thanks be to God

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