I saw you
In the tender birth of a summer’s day
Emerge,
Fragile to a new life,
New freedom,
Feast delights of nectar
On the brambled cliffs.
I saw your fluttered dance of courtship
In the gladed woods
Above the Lyn.
Those crowded flights
Of summer’s quiet agitation
Fade one by one
To loneliness.
I saw those wings
That floated in the easy lightness of an August heat
Falter,
Chill-damped
In a late September mist
Above the bouldered shore.
I saw you
Weary of life once precious,
Hesitate along the edge of the western bay,
Your wings dip to the water’s gentle swell.
You rested brief
As though to rise again,
Gave in to weakness frail,
Surrendered to the ancient sea’s embracing wave,
Pale essence of those cycled ways,
I saw you die.
On holiday in North Devon, watching a tortoiseshell butterfly at Bucks’ Mill as it fluttered along the gentle shore.
Categories:
bouldered, beach, butterfly, creation, england,
Form: Free verse
Sunday sun floating high,
Sleepy clouds drift the sky,
Gentle breeze dancing slow,
Chasing tall grass to and fro.
Winding river gurgles and chokes,
With darting minnows the current jokes,
River stones holding fast,
Sitting still like polished glass.
The deep pools glimmer and shine,
Descending deeper than the mind,
The bouldered shore sits in wait,
For broken waves to meet their fate.
Pudding stone mountains tower above,
Blinding white like feathered dove,
The rugged land reaches on,
Through the meadows that welcome dawn.
No matter how far the fool roams,
This is the place to call home,
The stubborn compass pointing forth,
Follows the beckoning call of the North.
Categories:
bouldered, nature, planet,
Form: Couplet
Wild and free,... pounds a torrent of water.
Turbulence hurtling hard, flows down the cliff,
a jagged rock journey... to a tranquil river.
Slow soft foams... kayak a serene river,
of cool,.. calm,.. crystal clear water.
Gentle splashing sound, loudly hugs the cliff.
Dashing in roars,.. slips off bouldered cliff,
Ebbing away ego,.. plunging the heart of river.
In placid harmony of peace, glistens crashing water.
Water falls?.cascading cliffs,.,perhaps falling in love with river?
22nd February 2019
A Tritina for Messina Contest
Sponsor Charles Messina
Categories:
bouldered, celebration, conflict, heart, love,
Form: Tritina
Sparkling strip of silvery spray
marks a path across the bay;
downward sent from moon above,
silent stream on bouldered cove;
into these waters in unshorn skin,
she heads out on a midnight swim,
takes in the blessings given there,
rewarded peace while treading bare.
Categories:
bouldered, peace, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
TETON GOODNIGHT
From the hollows in stone the departing sun
Pours the twilight round the mountains’ curtains,
Drawing together their shades’
Gold end. Aye, the golden day
Is spent, worn against
Raw rock thrown upright two miles high:
Bouldered shoulders close over -
Michael’s knelling golden clarion.
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NOTE
The Tetons in Wyoming - one of my favorite places.
They are seen to excellent advantage in the movie “Shane”.
Categories:
bouldered, nature
Form: Free verse
TETON TITANS
Tetons’ bouldered shoulders close over Michael’s knelling golden clarion.
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Written for ^Rick Parise's Contest "Nature Monoku ~ Single Line"
NOTE
Just couldn't resist this contest because the Snake River and
the Tetons in the photo are one of my favorite spots.
Categories:
bouldered, nature
Form: Monoku
Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.
Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.
Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.
Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.
Who comes?
Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale, barren hills
above Rostrevor.
Categories:
bouldered,
Form: Narrative
That peak that I sight,
covered in white of snow,
how mighty it is,
letting you know.
It stands tall,
with only a few having seen,
the fall,
from its top.
How rare,
is its back down,
with lush verdant green forest,
all over grown.
In that I could venture,
in an adventure,
the flora and fauna,
as if a peace house for Lady Madonna.
The blue bouldered river that drew and flew,
from its middle,
had me rambling along its shore,
with this riddle,
who made it all,
and maintains so well,
not allowing it to,
decay and gall,
answer me
answer me,
in doing that,
they look heaven wards,
and sigh,
he knows and he did,
ask him if he would,
answer your prayer and bid.
Categories:
bouldered, life, philosophyprayer,
Form: Free verse