pink petal’d-petrichor scent
brumous blossoms fold
dark rain falls from sunless skies
still, her garden’s gold
doused roses airing
as bright beam disperses clouds
poised beauty flaring
Categories:
brumous, beauty, rain, rose,
Form: Rhyme
“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than today.”
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Because I live, I am me, avid voice among the free,
Flexing freedom, defining contours of my dreams,
Ambling life’s prairies, rowing life’s eager streams,
Braving challenges, eying serene, hosting sublime,
Purposefully furthering life, with every tick of time.
Curious, conscious of the mortal world, I am aware,
Amplifying empathy, nurturing amiability, I care;
Not prone to seek hurdles, when faced I will dare
Maneuvering around the detours on life’s highway
So tomorrow would shine, upon my brumous day.
Witnessing travails faced, wishing for a fairer way,
Vying hope of rising dawn, exiting night of dismay,
Resembling urge of spring rooting in wintry decay,
Aspiring to a kinder world, short of goal, yet I wait,
To pluck fruits of morrow, negotiating course of fate.
April 12, 2023
Because I Live Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
brumous, life,
Form: Rhyme
brumous air transforms
into glistening jewels –
minus twenty-one
Categories:
brumous, beautiful, weather, winter,
Form: Haiku
You got your patsy finger
pointing at me,
but what about your
other three pointing back
I don’t have to be
a math genius
to thumb my nose at that
Always trying to spittle throw
the dung blame my way
Funny how it Pinocchio nose
blows back in your face
Foggy be the pale moonshine truth,
misty spoken by you
Ear noise, so 100 decibel fool proof:
Murmuring telly boo
Wave the crooked finger,
lip foist the fall guy
Foul windpipe harbinger,
guttural gloomy sky
Pirate odds is pigeon dropping,
parrot dice blowback
Polluted cheeks botox flapping,
brumous noise attack
Disingenuous index keep spinning downward,
how retrograde
does your ill swarm tongue flies
But[t] the puff evidence is blowing backward;
murky lip trade
always traffic in constipated lies
Categories:
brumous, allusion, humorous, parody, word
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I sit in solitude, with the moon as my light,
its fickle glow obscured by calico clouds.
The air feels heavy
as silence adds its weight to the brumous glume.
A bloated bullfrog croaks curses,
failing to attract an empathic ear.
And the blahs block the twinkling stars
upon this desolate riverbank;
as if they no longer existed!
Oblivion is the prize I seek
in my tug-of-war between dream and reality.
I spy a ring of ripples in the inky waters,
and suddenly, swans swim into the moonlight!
Alabaster sculptures carved into the night;
their innate beauty touches my heart.
A smile uplifting my spirits reignites the candle of hope.
They're such a delight! A vision strong enough to break
the chains of depression;
like sparks in the dark, where once I saw only darkness.
Categories:
brumous, 10th grade, anxiety, depression,
Form: Free verse
Invisibly Divisible
Like a vanishing vapor in the misty morn
Sheltered secretive solitudes that I have born
Within Isolated illusions from the worldly view
Reflected waves of light in the spectrum spew
You can not hear my wandering withering words
For all you hear are the battling bathing birds
You can not see my sequestered sloping steps
For all you see are the evaporating end effects
A broken brumous bipolar in the lost and found
My cloak of invisibility keeps me blindly bound
For I am a divisible divided distracted deflection
An apparition appearing for your abandoned affection.
02.16.2017
Invisible...Contest
Sponsored by...Lewis Raynes
Categories:
brumous, absence, abuse, heartbroken, longing,
Form: Rhyme
These are my bread crumbs,
scattered on the brumous trail
should I ever turn around
to view the path I've traveled
and see only a myriad of trees.
These are my bread crumbs.
I drop them knowing full well they may be
eaten by ravenous rodents and raccoons
who perceive the value of bread crumbs
differently than I do.
These are my bread crumbs -
carefully marking the whens
and wheres of my life,
though I know your path will be elsewhere
and you will mark it as you see fit.
These poems are my bread crumbs.
written 9 June 2016
Categories:
brumous, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Seldom-spoken tastes and smells
Stir up moments poorly drawn,
Surface-summoned by the bells
From brumous elastic hope-sprung wells
Where each day's bucket is cast.
Let old pities prowl forlorn
In cold remembrances past,
Lurking there, mustard-bright, lost at last.
Categories:
brumous, dream, identity, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
“I fear these furtive brumous depths,” the aged sailor growled,
“‘Cause nestled ‘neath these noisome reefs creep creatures cursed and cowled.
They flounder thus and, seeped in brine, patrol the waxen sea,
And when it drains in years to come, will slue ‘cross land for me.”
My eyes fixed fast on this cowed man, an enervated soul,
And felt his dread leap to my chest as I commenced his role.
So tempest-filled my world became as hunters strode the sea,
Yet all my thoughts returned to shore, held by this phantom, he.
The poisoned tales he wove like waves, eructed into air,
Trailed terror down in floods of fright to moor me in its snare.
And so I left these merchant minds to profit from the deep,
And knowing that their die was cast, abandoned death for sleep.
Categories:
brumous, allegory, fear, horror, mystery,
Form: Verse
Cold river, on slopes of winter
You flow.
As circle is running
Through creases and smiles,
In seasons festive,
Or cloudy days
Cold river, windy and brave
You drop.
Innocent claims,
Visions white
I am watching the snow falling
Pent in my prison,
Threatened by lies
I am choosing the wrong
season
To lean on my soul.
Icy river, on this valley
Where change appears and
revolves,
Float me down with you,
Until my breathless need to
seize the air
Becomes a wish.
White are the hands,
With lines dim,
To hold the sky's turning.
These coins I clentch,
Are my last
To pay my adamant price,
To be waken
And be risen
In this brumous nest.
Me, the winter's child.
Categories:
brumous, seasons
Form: Free verse
There is a blurred brumous haze.
Afloat upon a invigorating mourning.
Alive with the aroma of petrol and
cigarette smoke.
The glass somewhat stained with a rich
smoky grey.
Raindrops like perspiration on a mother in childbirth.
A broken window wiper beats a jungle beat.
Across the clammy windshield.
Harsh noises of horns honking.
Intermix with the wiper blades.
To make a cruel early mourning remix.
Of yesterdays one hit wonder on the radio.
I am not asleep nor am I fully awake.
For my eyes are as heavy as the static rain.
I am blinded by the oncoming onslaught of
lights and traffic.
Like a metal stampede rushing at me.
As if i'm a capeless matador.
Categories:
brumous, introspection, on writing and
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Hot tar slickly melted on the road,
Hedgerows died, browned in the drought,
Sizzle of egg frying on the sidewalk,
I felt my heart was burning out.
Blue china skies, polished and glazed,
Jet trails, silver vapour scars,
Mercurial sweat trickled down the spine,
Young girls wishing on the stars.
Cold beer, shiver-sipped in the veil of dusk,
Moonlight shone platinum through the trees,
Cat’s eyes smoking in the white lines
And the victim of love fell to his knees.
White sun sinking in a burgundy haze,
Hose pipes splitting from the heat,
Brown eyes probing for my soul,
Young heart rising in defeat.
Heartbeats surging in the sultry dark,
Two mouths merging in the shade,
Honeycombs dripping on twisting tongues,
Soft lips sweet as cherryade.
Daylight spreading in the brumous field,
Young lust cooling in the light,
And cried that nothing could replace
Innocence lost in the night.
Categories:
brumous, life, love, passion, heart,
Form: Rhyme