The Summer sun shimmered upon the lake.
Sunny-side up, the sky, the brightest soak.
Its reflection - a breathing space intake.
Stay on the path for its easy, light yolk.
The darker side, with two-sail boat, deep sighs.
In awe of ebb and flow, in Spirit’s glide.
In the shadow of God, in morning rise,
before your chores call you - a soothing ride.
Serenity is deep and wide. A smile
of warmth before the Fall. Glass eyes glisten.
Your heart, is calm, in solitude. Do wile
away the day, to soothing splash. Listen…
Lax days, upon the sea and sky, compose.
You hide in God’s glory - swaddled shadows.
Listen intently..' peace.)
Munitions roar' the worlds mouth!
Utter death! and denial.'
Much life is lost, too bad.!
How do we count? In evil score?
Let us wipe the slates clean.!
Dared to smile' to think?
Open a vista, the chink of plates
This cup overflow' cease.'
Awaken all peoples
To explore of each chance? piece'
Let it fall, in laps today !
Denying gloom, deny hate'
Give hope a breathing space
Listen intently.' Peace!
Through mist and rain I walk the pier
Truly my favourite time of year
Umber sky and umber ocean
All chaotic frenzied motion.
Heaving waves foam and spume
Dance macabre without a tune
Seagulls screech duck and dive
Energised feeling briskly alive.
Turbulent view is painted umber
Seascape beguiles it's full of wonder
This is my time my happy place
Perfect freedom with breathing space.
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Unburden a ''U'' Word- Chosen word:Umber
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04/11/2022
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Umber is an interesting pigmentation with many facets not just earth brown.
Forests are my safe sanctuary,
where among trees I find breathing space;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
Down green hued paths are bird songs merry,
each view, smell and sound I embrace;
forests are my safe sanctuary.
The wind flows over me fresh, cool and airy,
and I love the wildflowers like Queen Anne's lace;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
In nature all my sadness and grief I can just bury,
finding instead a portal to a magical place;
forests are my safe sanctuary.
I stop to rest and eat some wild raspberry,
noticing how the sky, clouds, and trees interlace;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
In time my soul and mind is no longer weary,
and I am left with nature's blessing and grace;
forests are my safe sanctuary,
I find refuge when I need to be solitary . . .
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August 14, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/My Sanctuary
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1480-054-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
TENDENCIES
too perfect
flawless
virtuousness
in thrall
to the moribund
superlative
to reinvigorate
the enfeebled
concept of genius
this exemplar
of grace and harmony
conceived
& inspired
since antiquity.
a tapestry
of shimmering threads
a satisfying
breathing space
thought-through
immaculate
finished
intimate
& sublime
subtle &
restrained
tender
as an embrace
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I gaze intently at your face,
Many hair strands outta place,
Lipstick used to perfectly trace,
Lips tremble like heading to 1st base,
Instantly i need breathing space,
Overwhelmed by feelings of disgrace,
Nothing worthy to take the showcase,
No confidence left to lose or misplace,
Lots of bad memories i need to replace,
I gotta move this MIRROR from this space.
slender
amplified
diverse&
natural
connections
puddles
in artful
distilled beauty
tranquil
light filled
breathing space
exuberant
essentials
in
simple lines
a delicate interplay
focused
on the
moment
of spacious
simplicity
celebrating colour
with transient
beauty
in an essential
palette
fading
subdued
in a universal
continuim
infused&
contemplative
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breathing space drowns night
a wanderlust disaster
on a distant star
I am tired of trying to be cool
I am tired of crying like a fool
I am not born to be silent
I am not born to be violent
But the fact that I'm dying
Is what I can't keep denying.
I can't die for nothing
So I will live for something
I am not a thug, let me be!
I am not a slave, set me free.
If I am treated like a predator
Expect me to act like a dictator.
Let me choose my reaction
If I can't change your action.
I can't quench fire with fire,
Can you stop starting the fire?
If my skin colour scares you
Your shadow is ashamed of you.
There is a place for every race,
Give black race some breathing space.
Racism is certainly not patriotism,
Add justice to your jingoism.
All lives matter when justice is served,
No race deserves to be severed.
Daylight slips in and out
of yellowing curtains,
as the sun blinks.
At such times
her thoughts
appear and disappear
The old lady has planted
her mind in closets
where dreams wither,
in kitchen cupboards
where herbs and spices dust the dark.
She will leave what she can;
small packets once gardened
when she cared to cook.
It is coming -
a change of occupancy.
She senses strange feet
and slamming doors,
young laughter runs in and out
of her breathing space.
Until then, she is here
in her last chair
in a memory-seeded apartment,
listening to the history
of her tucked-away life.
The phobia
Went to the Carnival in Loule I`m sure it was nice
I felt like the branch of a tree hurtling down a river
Of humanity a maelstrom, a headless monster and
I was filled with panic; a scream was working its way
Up my throat, I found a breathing space by a doorway
As the float with lightly dress girls came there was
A surge towards the edge of the pavement a vacuum
I was able to run and found a dark side- road where
masked people with evil masks played with fire.
I found my way to a normal street I knew in a café had
A sandwich and drink water, I`m in a dry cycle seeing my
Doctor at the end of the month and if she asks If I drink,
I can honestly answer no.
This fear of throngs of people should not be taken lightly
But I was able to flee but also take a picture of the girls
She sometimes looked so cruel when angry
But she was always so beautiful when happy.
She was a little rebellious with life
But she made good concession all the times.
She was irritated with all her duties
But she would often make it run smooth.
She fussed, expecting more from him
But would finally rejoice in what she acquired.
She would fight me like a spoilt kid.
But she would look after me as usual.
She said she had too many kids
But would find her breathing space in some way.
She said she was not in the happiest home
But she would join in all the festivities.
She would taunt me like her rival
But I understood she was frustrated.
She recoils every time I want to help her
But I double my effort to please her.
She thought maternal love has robbed her
But would make effort to be a mother.
I love her for what she is and has been
But she says today I was the unwanted child!
Well...I'm relieved she said it finally
But I say : GOD BLESS HER...
Grant yourself the opportunity to feel everything
Even when it feels like no one will ever realize
How deeply you hurt
That pain does not own you
It is you at work
Don't ever pretend
You are content all the time
That will curtail your growth
We all need some breathing space
In order for us to regroup
Don't ignore the hurt
Don't ignore that part of you
That sometimes feels so empty
Work through it
Walk through it
Even pain
No matter what the cause
Does not own you
It is like everything in life
A temporary season
Who you are after the process
Will be your testimony
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All ye who enter here
despairing statues of salted liberty,
merging solidarity with Earth’s poor hunger
to range free falling Victorian bricks
and mal-bourne sticks
to land here with now
with all arrived before you
prepared to grace Earth’s healthy breathing space
and time of BrickWork connecting sacred place,
restructuring minds co-infesting recomposing bodies,
bay to mountain swinging resonant designs
recycling Earth’s health-bourne habitation,
celebration
with all entering good humored here
with bad tumored now
climates of each day’s great dissonant transition.
LifeWork EcoLogic draws history written by our stars.
BrickWorld Cathedrals incarnate Earth’s green musings
sung by sunlight’s empowering designers
of MultiCultural ReGenesis.
Seek within our lower reaches
to resolve with sensory roots
reforming crowns
searching hidden ex cathedra gold,
deep beneath not-so-rushing,
lead headed crushing stone.
Conjoin these bricks
of nature’s rich vocation light,
regenerous
religious enbrightenment
to guide our humbled exodus
until we enter here once more
to sing and dance
among Earth’s ReGenerate Cathedrals.
Breathing space of time and place. Wishing waiting wanting wantonly. And a fried ham. Jellied eels do not erode in a milky ju. And segment of an oiled asparagus is not very funny for a spoon who arrives in a headdress at a ballroom. To tell a time off is to deny a denounced pink and purple acolyte of a flower . Bud then. Bead then. Braking beaming bombing being bringing basins. Hahahaha and now a chat to a cloth. Hahahaha and a jumping scarf doing the can can dance. Xxxx beautification z
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