AUTUMN AFTERNOON
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spice cake on the table
aroma wafts through the air
coziness, tranquility
cup of hot cocoa
warms hands
sipping comforts soul
world slows
gone is hurried pace
time takes reprise
sun hangs low
rays cascade down
golden orb sighs
trees stand tall
leaves ablaze
hues of crimson, amber, and brown
air is crisp
hint of chill
warmth in our embrace
meander along winding path
footfalls crunch fallen leaves
autumn’s scent fills the breeze
world goes by
colors change under the sky
autumn charms
revel in this scene
cherish autumn’s fleeting days
winter is on its way
Into the shadow of me is where I lie
Always searching for the light
I am the darkness that radiates
Come hell or high water I find a way
To stay hidden
Far away
I the shadow of what was never to be
Part of the ground for you all to step on
It's a race againist time to be 6 feet darker then ever before
There's no shame in giving up
When the fight seems to always be a losing war against me
How things implode how they cascade down beyond all control
When it seems the lowest point is everyday
I've tried to flick the switch of change
To a brighter forever
But it all seems to fade
Like a ship without a course
I let it all coast into the coast of jagged moments
As the shipwreck of lost goals spreads accross my ocean of disgrace
The waves ever crashing but never eroding how I am feeling about this shadow of me
It's almost surreal to be here now pitch black
Surrounded by darkness and chaos
But when this is all over and I wake to see
Sometimes the darkness can show you a light
Can make you see not everything that is light will end in darkness you just have to follow the shadows and embrace the fear.
I think of my memories like snowflakes falling softly in my mind
It’s a place where my past and present are uniquely intertwined.
I never know what memory will land in moments of quiet reflection
when my mind’s an open frame…
because as they cascade down, just like snowflakes, no two memories are the same.
Sometimes a memory lands on my hand….meant to quickly brighten my day
lasting only for a moment until it quickly melts away.
Sometimes, if I look up, close my eyes, open my mouth
and stick out my tongue…
It’s as if I can taste the memory of a time when I was young.
Sometimes, if I’m lucky, a memory lands upon my shoulder…
and walks with me a while.
The kind of memory that lingers as it makes me laugh or cry
or smile.
When I’m walking with a memory time is unimportant…
and the world around me is moving slow….
perhaps that’t why I’m always happy…
when my memories begin to snow.
For there is nothing more exciting…more wondrous…
nothing better to put my heart at ease…
than walking slowly through a flurry
of snowflake memories.
December rain once in a while falls
In a heart so warm longing to throw snowballs
Job asks "Have you considered the wonder of the snow?"
Each snow flake is different as the people you know
Stories of folklore and rapture's pretense
Conjure up scenery inside our heads
Tears of joy cascade down a dreamer's face, and
Sparkle by the light of the fireplace
Through the window outside look to the sky
Gaze at the wonder of God's Christmas night
The wind waltzes dreams 'round in the air
The moonshine a beacon on the flight of a prayer
All y'all find solace in home from a wayworn trip
Find no wrapping, ribbons or a bow on a gift
A gift unwrapped that only God can snip
Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage,
stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls.
Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium,
self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyche,
all while I try to hold on to some semblance of my humanity.
Push and pull, breaking down walls,
then building them back up, reinforced.
Love never came easy in delusion-filled memories,
always hovering at the cusp of fiction,
ready to strike like a coiled python.
Then, like glass, tears would cascade down,
begging for forgiveness.
Paranoia-induced hallucinations gripped my marrow again,
coursing through tainted bloodstreams,
blinding any sense of reason.
So life imitated drug-soaked nightmares
as my security slipped through calloused fingers once more.
While the rain pummels down against abandoned dreams,
I am haunted by you in this empty house.
Nothing but phantoms of the past roam
in the dead of night,
wailing in the deafening silence,
a requiem for my inner demons’ eternal torment.
For Miranda Hawley's Dance Of...Contest
Cleared from mistakes past ,he greets love reclaimed
His ardor fierce as dreams untethered swing.
Moments of anger, jealousy now tamed:
Again, night's rhapsodies begin to
sing.
His woman alights, dressed in bridal
lace...
Her lover honoring a misty glance
Petal- kissed within their own world's
embrace
Where flamed waltz glides...on dips of shadow- dance.
And male fingers cascade down through her
waist
Bronzed hands tracing her every hourglass curve,
Enamored by swaggers of season's wait;
No other movement , their footsteps could swerve.
It would take whirls of lifetime to explain
This unrehearsed dance beneath moonlit rain.
I always did fantasize about our diverse earth;
Its freezing stones in the fridges of the Arctic and Antarctic landscapes.
The idyllic playgrounds on the quiet sands of the Mediterranean Sea banks,
The amazing sun baked plains of the smoothened Sahara brown,
The tropical Haven of humid air, where the golden sun awakes in a fair and bright morning, and sets at even with its magnificent crimson smile.
What a cozy feeling can its temperate climes bring; with its sheer abundance of Clement weather.
A paradise indeed of ambient mildness.
I long for the warm gardens of Eden’s residues, with their ebullient and lush tropical green.
How pleasant it would be to cascade down the many waterfalls in an imaginary and wonderland fashion.
To go atop the zenith of each mountainous heaven from which pinnacle point you have the panoramic view of your own vanquished plains.
I once disappeared into the wind, in a midsummer night’s dream to see my global fantasies come true.
And like a boisterous eagle,
I glided high to the heavens for this global and utterly delightful bird’s eye view.
The sun awakes from a night of slumber
Rays cascade down I start to wonder
Birds take off traversing an upward flight
Gliding them into a newfound light
The waves of the ocean start to applaud
The sun looks down, a wink and a nod
A sea of people embrace the warmth it makes
A spectrum of colors bounces off the lake
The trees reach up to shake its hand
Voices from nature cavalcade across the land
As I cooled from primordial cosmic mass as earth,
you oozed out of petrified rocks I am made of,
to be my singular fluid possession, water,
valued asset, unique in the solar system.
You've filled the void of my oceanic heart
with fathomless element of indigo tranquility.
The ceaseless convoy of your curling wave rows
bejewels my silvery satin shore with shining pearls.
I discern you rise from ocean as invisible vapor high,
form fleet of fleeting charcoal cloud in smoky sky,
descend with the storm as shower of sweet rain,
and quench the thirst of my parched terrain.
From my mountain’s carved craggy cauldron
you cascade down as copious sparkling streams,
flow through my verdant forests and fertile plains,
go back to the ocean with the story of our symbiosis.
Amid the worldly chaos
And earthly blues
Wanes my beloved muse
Like the shattered clouds
My thoughts dissolve
But deep inside they echo
To narrate the fables piled-up
which have been swirling for a while,
The suffocated words strive
Awaiting the nimbus clouds
to cascade down...
For when the nimbus clouds gather
The fierce thunder will boom
And the words will drum aloud
When the rain falls,
hoarded thoughts will cascade
and the arid land will be loaded
But will the nimbus clouds gather?
Will it flow further?
Will the thunder drums play?
Will it rouse my dormant muse?
Will the lightning strikes spark?
Will waning muse step into a waxing phase?
"It will for sure..."
People say, I hear...
But when?
No one can answer...
Until then,
Waning me awaits...
dreaming of the waxing phase,
and relishing the chaotic state...
28-Aug -2023
i want to tear my body into ribbons
and watch myself cascade down onto the floor
i cannot keep reforming myself just to fall apart again
efforts to maintain a stasis in composure are wasted on this anxiety-ridden mind
my legs are still writhing in pain
my chest hasn’t ceased its tightening
i don’t understand it
i can’t keep this up
i don’t know if i’m cut out for anything
it’s all so much right now
too much
There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm
Exuded by the far flung lush green country farm
Where trees in majesty sweep heaven with their crown
And birds with celestial music, the surrounding valley drown
Where the air, so pristine and sweet like the forest glade
And Heaven with rich profusion bless the country wide.
Where the rural folk in relentless toil, values, and pride
With their simple, artless, and modest life reside
My senses have ere long etched every sight n’ sound
Of that countryside wherein my childhood inextricably bound
Take me to that place of bliss to which I long to retreat
And splurge in memories that cascade down in surfeit.
Dec. 10.2022
Entered For Brian's Contest- Your Pick Again
Take Me There- Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Margarita Lillico
Glancing at the darkest night
A sparkling jewel I see
She shineth down on me
She is the prettiest I have seen
So very sparkly is she
As she twinkles up above
She truly is the one I love
Though not in blue jeans
not at all
For she is dressed up for a ball
So sparkly is she
Inspiring my poetry
A million diamonds
cascade down
Venus in blue jeans
Not for me
Dressed to impress
in her very best gown
On the darkest night
So sparkly and bright
She truly lights up the town
A million
no a trillion
diamonds I do see
Sparkling down on me
Venus in blue jeans
No siree
Dressed to impress in her best ball gown
this jean less Venus is shining down
Written 8th August at 02.00 am
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
On this spring day- the sky is azure blue,
the creeping pink Phlox wants to cascade down;
pretty striped Sweet William seek to spread too,
in my Zen garden there is not a frown !
My herbs Rosemary and Parsley, Basil,
and Oregano whisper- water please;
we want to grow up strong and to dazzle,
oh, how we love swaying in the soft breeze !
My hanging pots hold twining lush green vines,
tangled emerald tendrils soon hang low;
they grow wild and never held to confines,
I give them shade and they give me no woe !
Bees come drifting and we never say shoo
on this spring day- the sky is azure blue !
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May 07, 2022
Poetry/Orphan Sonnet/My Zen Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1455-151-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Orphan Sonnet
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 05/30/2022
Third Place
moon's silhouette dances on the lake
blue water with floating lilies and lotus
lily pads covering the most of the water
glowing moonlight gives fresh impetus
crimson sky mingles with a dark shade
tall trees and bushes keep the darkness
fleeting clouds cascade down the woods
lotuses dazzle, lilies shining in likeness
little fairies dance in this luminous night
angels gather to play the celestial harp
viewers are amazed watching this scene
awaken are the birds to sing and chirp
in solitary night nature speaks with poise
we listen and witness this night's charm
the rivulet being composed and tranquil
we cherish and return to our lovers' arm
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