The one who controls the wind.
As a cushion for her feet
Drifted the dead dry leaves
Before her on the street,
Playfully lifted
A lock of her hair,
Caressed her cheek
With tender care,
Helped her along with
A following breeze,
Sang her a song through
Rustling boughed trees,
Escorted her unseen to
Her Lover’s embrace
Then silently turned
To leave that place.
Turned to face the wide sea
And with a despairing wail
Whipped up that ocean
With a tempestuous gale,
Worked out his rage
With one last desparate cry
Culminating with one
Last accepting sigh,
Lashed the waves
Against the shore
Then let peace
Reign once more.
Never looked for her again
Just breathed one icy breeze
Causing the town one
Early unseasonal freeze,
Causing she and her lover
To snuggle up in a tight embrace
As his goodbye breath icily
Kissed cool her face,
Then the one who controls the wind
That lovelorn one
Resolutly turned its back
And silently moved on.
Categories:
boughed, extended metaphor, fantasy, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme
The one who controls the wind
As a cushion for her feet
Drifted the dead dry leaves
Before her on the street
Playfully lifted
A lock of her hair
Caressed her cheek
With tender care
Helped her along with
A following breeze
Sang her a song through
Rustling boughed trees
Escorted her unseen to
Her Lover’s embrace
Then silently turned
To leave that place
Turned to face the wide sea
And with a despairing wail
Whipped up that ocean
With a tempestuous gale
Worked out his rage
With one last desparate cry
Culminating with one
Last accepting sigh
Lashed the waves
Against the shore
The let peace
Reign once more
Never looked for her again
Just breathed one icy breeze
Causing the town one
Early unseasonal freeze
Causing she and her lover
To snuggle up in a tight embrace
As his goodbye breath icily
Kissed cool her face
Then the one who controls the wind
That lovelorn one
Resolutly turned its back
And silently moved on.
Categories:
boughed, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
The softness is what spellbinds us.
Outfacing, overall
A day-view and a dream-vision!
Earthly and idealic.
Thickly misted; for what's pink hung.
Sky-boughed. Sky-romantic!
That, just now, shadowing across
Unforeseen, in a breeze?
Our life's short-lived fragility!
None over this would drool!
Who's look, barely has time spoiling;
Fuji's eternal cool.
Categories:
boughed, flower,
Form: Rhyme
10,000 wooden warriors stand tall near the river’s edge
Anticipating a botanic brawl the generals make a wedge
The Maples fierce and proud bark at the pernicious Pine
Branching the battles boughed entrapping the venal vine
***
The Aspen and the Birch alliance together they are strong
The Hickory and Elm’s defiance rumble in as they prolong
Shrubs and leaves pay homage to all the damaged goods
Thus now left in bondage as you enter the wounded woods.
Jan.11.2019
Into the woods
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Sorry folks for not too much participation as of late...have been battling a flu-like virus for the last two weeks...slowly gaining composure :)
Categories:
boughed, conflict, soldier, tree,
Form: Rhyme
I wot of maifaire said the man where people sell
Upon the green where are leafy boughed trees seen
There stand thegen; reeve; and fat geese lay, there
People do sport and horses neigh
Just follow down the earthen track
you will see it where
the colored buntings flap.'
Wow so this is Mayfair the tourist said, place of
Bustle place of style, of well paved streets place
Of happening and moment , Its great to see the glitz and glitter the glazed iced Cakes and Impersonal titter; the endless roar of fervid hordes
Here is everything man adores.' Its so fullfillng
Its really grand to think I stand on such august
a spot just an Iowa man.'
I'm already feeling the culture seep in, I'll return
Home more like Milton I can feel it in my skin.'
In the service yord of a Mayfair hotel people huddle
Homless almost hopeless craving warmth they lay
Under slate or skies of blue its all the same
The pavement is hard whatever the weather they find
Five years you must live near; around or a place
Will not be yours 'never mind' it was David Cameron
Who gifted them so, and it was not expensive I have
Been informed tis a most baneful woe'
Categories:
boughed, adventure, allusion, england,
Form: Rhyme
I've watched the isles at dusk
Cool and mysterious they lie--
Where old and deep-boughed cedars
heave, as gleaned from a cloudscape
on earth's threadbare attic,
While lines of faded stars
slip into gauzy white--
to appear like brushed, eerie ghosts
on howling psalms that sought
the need to settle in the vault
of an empty, ruined church.
Brian's Select 4
Categories:
boughed, mystery, places,
Form: Free verse
I fell in love beneath an emerald cloud,
beside the trunk that held its green in place.
Whenever we approached, it gently boughed,
and it kept cool my lover's lovely face.
It never cried, unlike its whitened kin,
nor did it change its hue when skies were gray,
though there were times it could not bear the wind,
but rest assured--it floats there still today.
It floats there still, all green above the brown,
though it was smaller when I saw it last.
My wife was fond of its abounding gown,
and oh so grateful to its wooden cast.
I thus engraved our love upon its bark,
as she had done so deeply on my heart.
Categories:
boughed, love, nature, romancegreen, love,
Form: Sonnet