My heart rejoices at the smallest of things
The dew leaving its kiss on a blushing rose
Warm gentle breeze as the windchime rings
The quenching rain while lush harvest grows
The changing colors of an autumn palette
Cheerful interplay of sunrays and cloudlet
Four seasons the work of an omniscient artist
To me the most divine of things are the simplest
Submitted on May 1, 2020 for contest FAITH IN A POEM BOOK sponsored by HEATHER SECREST - RANKED 4TH
and April 3, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 1 - APRIL 2019 - IT'S ALL ABOUT 8 sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
cloudlet, appreciation, color, creation, god,
Form: Rhyme
Whence doth this happiness come?
That it maketh the sky a'gay (become gay) thus
A pinch of frolic, a cloudlet of fun
A lump of joy, a droplet of freedom forth
It maketh appeal all rusted fort
And apotheosize appalled courts
Maketh frolic and hallowed their counts and countenance
A time that bringeth gay unto the sky
And raineth and watereth deserts awhile
Categories:
cloudlet, beautiful, birth, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Otherwise,
I would have kissed the top of that cloudlet,
Stolen all the refreshing hues of the pasture, or,
Set up a nocturnal sojourn with my soul-mate
Otherwise,
All the sky would have showered a welcome rain
To douse the flames of all shady relations I abhor
And enclosed you to the sweetest embrace of pain
Otherwise,
The withered face of toil and grudge of our world
Would have washed itself in a dewy nectar
And radiated itself through the shiniest glow of a surreal sword
If you hadn’t swept away the oozing roses of the silent cry of my dilapidated soul
Categories:
cloudlet, emotions, love hurts,
Form: Lyric
So there you are then
The full yellow moon
That I love to watch
Rising above my neighbours
And torching the Ngong hills
The solitary cloudlet
That seems to be preceding you
Is but a junior messenger
Sent by the wary stars
To warn you of their displeasure
At your rendering their presence
All but inconsequential
Already near here
The mist is gathering
And passing by me
As though puffed
To a destination inconue
And while I espied all that
Other clouds of a darker hue
Have gathered around the cloudlet
And formed a scary curtain
Ahead of your receding brilliance
Shielding me from view
Engulfing your very self
And leaving me to journey the night alone
Or to seek the duller brilliance
Of the distant Northern Star
But wait, I smell something
Like burning …
O my burning dinner!
Categories:
cloudlet, africa, beauty, food, moon,
Form: Free verse
The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing Norgay smiling at me
Days after day I trudge along
The paths of reality, hundred hands raised towards me
Caressing me like thirsty leeches
Stripping me of all soothing loneliness
My loneliness set in a distressing trajectory
I run and run to grab it, to hold it close to my bosom
Yet it escapes my outstretched arms, an imp
Grinning mischievously at my weary soul
My dream sets me on a misty hike
The forests ferny floor, the towering trees
I leap and bound over peaks after peaks
I clutch at soft underbellies of a cloudlet
I stand on a white sunny snowcapped peak
My wings feel a strong urge to soar and soar and soar
My entity finally gives in to my Casanova solitude
Categories:
cloudlet, dream, fantasy, heaven,
Form: Lyric