*Image of Snow Winter White by Pixabay.
Winter Whites
Master winter's crystalline zephyrs brisk,
studies o'er its righteous domain quickly,
promptly the seasonal occurrence whisk,
frost wintry breath dust a field o' calmly.
Eggshells ahead, once a rocky meadow,
Snow hovers across a restless highway,
Wall posts look like porcelain afterglow,
Cable radars are bone chinaware splay.
Alabaster Venuses ... snowstorm lamps,
Snow White elucidate the dwarfs a song,
Daisies dozing 'neath powdery revamps,
Cottonfields-rice patties, trees chiffon.
Ivory pearls, wilt on places, creamed rich,
Winter Sunday's finest whites are the pitch.
2022 January 18
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND STRUCTURED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 08
*3rd Place*
Winter Wonders Within Nature
~~M. L. Kiser - Judged 2022 January 23
*Image of Earth Network by Pixabay.
Quote by Jack London
Keola - Dizain
LIFE, an involved existence that we share
with species, that also, IS NOT inert.
A frail MATTER, like that OF chinaware,
HOLDING its own with GOOD wills and avert
all ills, although some are fixed, they exert
their fair place. We are plastic CARDS on bought
time, BUT draw of mixed classes SOMETIMES caught
PLAYING the odds -- exist or extinction.
Strengths help better than having A POOR shot.
Life's HAND dealt WELL ... preface de-extinction.
2021 December 16
*Rhyming Scheme: ababbccdcd
Jealousy
You make us slip into
suits of the children we once were-
with buttoned hearts
to our sleeves
Lips interlocked like
the sharp zigzags in closed zippers-
Skipping ropes of uncertainty and
playing hide and seek with our
buried insecurities-
We dig in the dirt until it
turns into a quick sand
where we are stuck and
our new shoes have been
damaged beyond repair.
You damage us beyond repair-
like broken chinaware
left on mommy’s kitchen floor.
We climb on mountains
of the piled past only to jump off-
and throw every ounce of confidence
qe thought we had
like damp rocks into rivers
-and the ripples in the water are the only proof that we ever loved ourselves-
Jealousy, you play the saxophone to our Blues
Jealousy, you ugly bruise
Mesmerizing purple and black hues-
Leaving us scarred from
falling off cloud nine-
Until our scraped knees
and ripped tees become a part of us-
and the ‘silver lining’ in the clouds
becomes nothing but
the adornment on the side of His mistress’ dress-
I must confess-
You make our demons rise
and self-hatred becomes a
bandage we cannot rip off-
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