October's Falling Leaves (Tootsie)
Frost glazed autumn leaves of chromaticity
(Of reds and yellows, and greenish coloured sheens)
Are strewn around and on the path by the breeze.
And it’s charming to watch Tootsie step gingerly
(Side winding in a weave) to avoid the leaves,
Which crackle below her feet as she proceeds.
Delightfully, she turns to smile back at me
As if to imply foolishness, but with glee,
In the vibrancy of October’s falling leaves.
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Note:
Tootsie (sweet and playful) is a pet name assigned by the author for Tourmaline.
Categories:
chromaticity, autumn, imagery, october,
Form: Verse
The new season did just start at last
slowly crept shedding its past outer
winter integument. Displaying
proudly attracting meticulous
attention with its graceful stylish
semblance. Scent of delicious greener
with elegant chromaticity,
art gallery of nature's sailcloth.
A wheelbarrow, pruning shears, shovel
and hoe parked in the backyard near a
blooming fuchsia bougainvillea
needing a trim. It frames a bedroom
window drawing attention as it
stalks up the red concrete brick tangled
with a lolled white sweet-scented jasmine
vine as it scans the highest rooftop.
A flicker of movement behind the
spiky thorns and fuchsia blooms a green
lizard scampered up the wall and vanished.
3/26/2019
Poetry Contest: Bougainvillea
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Categories:
chromaticity, flower, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse
Existential fear,
erected by the faceless horde;
old yellow!
seismic,
voodoo wave,
dominating weak;
Our Territory and tenure.
Yellow Peril, in all his glory
The depths of disparity,
neither somber or pallid;
chromaticity;
Old yellow!
Impending catastrophe;
A Permafrost wrap
Brazen
Yellow Peril, In all his glory
Hopeful Jubilation,
Bigotry
segregation
Blind,
Sad,
Immortal,
Yellow peril
Categories:
chromaticity, abuse, america, anger, bullying,
Form: I do not know?
He sung with tender fingers
the music from his heart
to one white sheet of illusion,
that woke up fay and goblin,
imp and gnome.
Bounteous elflike star drops
fell down his eyes and came to life
in deceptive chromaticity,
that walked for him..
A masquerade to mask his pain
His pen spoke with frail intensity
of Pegasus on golden wings,
to carry him, to ferry him
from agony to Neverland—
where nothing dwells too long
and all is everlasting youth,
without the pain of existence.
***
Copyright © Darren White
December 2, 2017
Categories:
chromaticity, inspirational, writing,
Form: Free verse