There's sadness in falling leaves, but beauty
in the carpet they lay at our feet.
~ by poet
I walked across a trestle bridge cloaked in scarlet leaves
They had whirled and pirouetted as if little ballerinas
dancing in Autumn's wind at the end of their season
How bravely they continued until bowing on the bridge
Not a sound did they make, weaving around each other
Looking on were their bare branches, nakedly chagrinned
Categories:
chagrinned, autumn,
Form: Free verse
I am so chagrinned
Why don't I ever recall?
The morning after the night
Before
.. Always
The rising
After the fall?
My chignon comes loose
Ebony, sun streaked vista
In slumberous eyes...
Arms akimbo, yawn of
Relief and delight
Lashes dilate
Crepiscular pain
Washed away by morning dew
Time and again this is the way
Pain and sufferings dissolve
When sunlight hits my world
Warms the blood inside my veins.
It is fantastic optics
Tripping on fantasy divine
Thr threshold of limitations
Surpassed
Into endless possibilities
Of another day divine
I step, i stumble I trip
And tumble
Over the line.
Categories:
chagrinned, allusion, appreciation, blessing, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
A sailboat stranded on the beach…we’d never seen her there before.
She was blown off of her moorings and came to rest upon this shore.
As I saw her stranded on the beach I admit to feeling chagrinned
thinking how a sailboat is truly at the mercy of the wind.
As people gathered round her…as people are won’t to do
I smiled thinking about the life she’s lived as she’s sailed the ocean blue.
And I secretly wished she was happy that she had a thousand adventures before
the winds of fate decided to place her upon this shore…
And then I thought how we are all like sailboats trying to steer our courses straight
And how often our direction is influenced and sometimes determined
by the winds of fate.
And if we’re lucky those winds of fate have taken us
when our sailing days are over and we, too, come to rest upon the shore
to places that we never knew and could only dream about before.
And when people gather round to say goodbye to us…
as people are wont to do
may they smile remembering how we smiled
as we sailed the ocean blue.
Categories:
chagrinned, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme
Walking across a footbridge, strewn with crimson leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.
September 27, 2020 ~ Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
A verse from 'I Hear Autumn's Call'
Categories:
chagrinned, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
The full moon was half risen above the Earth
shining her nightlight across cooling desert sands.
She smiled, deep in thought and a sense of mirth,
"This could have been done with my own hands."
The grand landscape resembled a barren shore.
Sepia grains being slathered by rippling waves
without a trace of footprints, boat or an oar.
This sea had no depth to serve as watery graves.
No lush oasis springs from this seaside scene
nor cool stream to quench a traveler's thirst.
This Eastern dune held no date palms of green
and seldom witnessed is rain from a cloudburst.
Here, the moon does not control ebb and flow.
These tidal surges are guided by Mariah's wind,
where scorpions have no fear of an undertow.
A vast sea of sand where man feels chagrinned.
Categories:
chagrinned, moon, nature,
Form: Rhyme