Dreams are nocturnal flowers, blooming when the sun has strayed far enough that we can see clearly. ~Terri Guillemets
Vermillion raindrops
By the millions
Falling around me
Like a cotillion of lovers
Vying for a favor,
While the insolent villain,
Oft seen in midnight dreams,
Watches from the shadows,
Flashes his deep Castilian smile,
And beguiled I run to him.
For: ''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
November 16, 2021
Iberia, I long to breathe you in
as long ago I did. . . and then exhale
sangria nights with lace against my skin!
Sweet temptress draped in beauty, you unveil
Flamenco’s soul, exhuming history -
impressions left by ancients on your face -
from Roman glory’s remnants by the sea
to Moorish structures’ arcs of ageless grace.
Oh, how could I retreat with more to learn,
to make no sacrifice, nor question why
I had to keep my plans and not return
to your broad plains beneath Castilian sky?
Time stole my youth; I can’t go back again.
You could have been my home, belovèd Spain.
Feb 6, 2020
for John Hamilton's "Your Best Sonnet 2020" contest
(my best one that was not at least a previous winner in one of your own sonnet contests this year, John.)
For me it is usually a comforting sight,
stars of diamonds illuminating the sky,
it reminds me of thousands of flamencos dancing in the night.
They twinkled so sadly, as if they knew
i could find no joy in their beauty
for tonight he has the flu
Send to him your shine so brilliant
oh wonderous ones
for tonight he's not so resiliant.
His face will seranade my dreams tonight
get well soon my lovely Francisco
My beautiful Castilian knight
Farewell my Castilian bells
Ring through
These hills and valleys
Ring through the
Depths of my soul
Ring through
These cathedral clouds
Ring out loud
Farewell, my Castilian bells
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