Some have watched her rising
from an ocean of time.
Her sightings return at the pull
of each luna cycle.
No clamshell boats for her,
after she rises from the waves
she and the shoreline disappear
she's only to be seen driving a classic
Chevy convertible or riding
a gayly adorned donkey.
She is sister to desert nights,
and all the dance moves
of the free roaming winds.
You have seen her, you know her,
she is the one that comes to you at night
on moonlit slippers.
She's neither old nor young,
Venus is always for your best years.
When the moon begins to starve,
she returns to the sea
vowing everlasting love
to the constantly cresting waves
of your heart.
Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
chirpy echo squeak,
from red-wing blackbird,
a fragile wafer tin threshold,
golden stream gurgle,
under marsh reeds,
evanescent saline grain haze,
azure ocean tide aroused,
from still wave slumber,
clamshell pearl strewn oyster,
oddments interspersed,
on pockmark sandstone beach,
iridescent canopy of nature trail,
awaits the first blush pilgrim,
who revels in luscious glimpses,
and sumptuous earworm madrigal,
a tantalizing world so close,
glad tiding raptures,
from the camper awakened,
coffee caper bean whiff aromatic,
quencher of dust road harsh throat,
splatter free rapeseed oil,
daub on an iron pan,
wild howl from prehistoric wolf,
so quaint in its primal sweep,
hair-raising backdrop to stir fry meal,
tinplate dollop sated hunger
High alpine meadows are dusted with wildflowers,
And the faraway horizon is outlined with craggy mountain peaks,
Half-asleep lights blink through the sun-painted mist,
The sunrays dip at varying angles and intensities,
creating mixed moods and mysteries ~
It feels good to be up at dawn.
Deep blood red orange clouds ethereal dream float,
Satin wind carrier of luscious mint green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues loiter in between gray peeled branches,
Chirpy echo squeak from red-wing blackbird a fragile threshold,
Golden stream gurgle under marsh reeds ~
Evanescent saline grain haze
Azure ocean tide aroused from still wave slumber,
Clamshell pearl strewn oyster oddments interspersed on pockmark sandstone beach,
Iridescent canopy of nature trail,
Awaits the first blush pilgrim who revels in lavish glimpses,
And sumptuous earworm madrigal ~
A tantalizing world so close
Ocean waves
lapping at the shores din
pulling sands out then back in,
a regurgitated rush of foam raised high
whispered crushings in the winds that die
undulating balm that soothes, yet terrifies
a distant mighty restless pang in locomotion defied
called in to rinse and wash the shore
the grit of sand and stone under scored,
a flux of clamshell remnants broken
cracked and severed in then breaker surf awoken
out to the depths in ebb and flow essence
a slave of moonglow crescents,
quarter, half full, and full round it shows
where all the ocean blue tidal crests flow.
Walking barefooted
along the shoreline,
in one purple sunset;
The tepid seawater
like summer kisses
on my weary feet.
I sighed...
As I took the scarlet hyacinth
attached to my rosy ears
and began to pluck each petal
One by one...
He loves me,
He loves me not;
He loves me...
The last one...
I couldn't pluck,
So closed my eyes
like a clamshell in distress;
When I opened my eyes
the last petal
vanished in my hand.
3RD PLACE
BRIAN'S SELECT J, any form, any theme
Contest Judged: 6/16/2020 7:32:00 AM
4th PLACE
N-A re-run 7
Contest Judged: 6/15/2020 9:24:00 AM
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It's a topsy-turvy world
Once-straight hair's now curled
From a putrid drop does
a precious newborn unfurl
Pry open the menacing clamshell
to remove a shining pearl
Swoops in an airborne twister
even rocks and boulders do whirl
Today mere commoners become
princesses, duchesses or earls
Benders transform lumps of food
into refined, delicate swirls
But poor girls' dreams die
in doughty aprons of working girls
burying rich visions of
fancy ballerinas who twirl
the quahog clam shell
for chowder and wampum beads
...Iroquois treasure
8/17/2018
Tarkay lids of merlass
Royal purple hue
Smooth glass surface
Sea of gemstone blue
~
Siren sisters taunt the sailors
Weaving in and out of looms
Seductive creatures with lyres
Luring the lustful to their tombs
They didn’t heed the gentle merlass
The whispers of the foamy sea
Their greedy eyes now single minded
Caught in a seaweed net - not free
Courageously the merlass tries to cut the ties
Siren sisters just increase their blinding noise
A plectrum choir captures lolling tongues
Ahoy sailors! They're no longer men - but boys
Mild merlass looks away from the frenetic fish
Her wild rose eyes notice a face, sweet as a kiss
One who's not succumbed to the scum of the sea
Like an ear to a clamshell, her heart pounds out bliss
~
Tarkay lids of merlass
Royal purple hue
Smooth glass surface
Sea of gemstone blue
4/21/2017
9th place/Premier contest
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