ravens croak
applauding twilight
larks churr
saluting sunrise
a last dance over
an inverted verge.
a perpetual encounter
the last mesh of murk
against gleams of glow
held in abeyance,
opposites wrangling
like birth and demise
asking intricate questions
preserve or discharge
uncertain anxieties
ravens claim temporal flesh,
their ravenousness relished,
dominant despotism
it seems.
yet our lark’s song resonates
stirring our species
influencing our intimate impressions,
channelling subconsciously
our choice
around that inverted verge
eternally guarding us
Categories:
churr, death, life,
Form: Suzette Prime
Slow flames under the blacktop,
simmer-ghost rise
from the sloughing road.
Rubber scorches its skin
shedding blackened snakes.
It's a hot day,
creeping turtles fill pot-holes
with their hot-plate shells.
The highway drums along
to the churr of cricket songs,
along the way, either out or in,
dead-eyed samurai
rage-on at the speed of silence.
A fly in a warm margarita
brain-waves a thought of heaven,
then drowns in a wet question mark.
Sneakers, crocs or Jesus sandals?
Whichever way we walk
the town will be further away then we thought,
and the heat-hacked pigeons
will light the way like Tiki torches.
I guy reads about Maui
and its hills of ash.
A place where ice runs hot.
Dry tears run up
into his eyes.
Categories:
churr, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The early mist hung heavy on the fen,
its cold dampness filming my face with dew.
A herd of legless cows slow floated by,
attended by the churr of scalding wren.
Overhead, a silent owl, hunting, flew;
All while, the dog pressed closely to my thigh.
The sun had yet to make its presence known
pre-dawn, a spell for shadowless vague forms
to lurk beyond the edge of ancient wood.
Daylight would soon appear, the moon dethrone;
with victory, the world about transforms.
I do not wish this dawn, although I should.
Categories:
churr, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Joyous Noel
Splendorous with foil
Foiling the weather,
Birds fluffing feathers,
Joyous Noel
Keeping warm with kindness,
Strong with pine scents
Trees sparkling white, contents
Joyous Noel!
Let none be voiceless
Voicing all of this churr,
A gently stirred whirr.
(Rhyme)
Dec. 17, 2020
Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emilie Pinet
Categories:
churr, christmas, holiday, joy,
Form: Rhyme