Fantasies on hold, in minds unfold
Memories so bold, stories told
Categories:
combe, beauty, dream, fantasy, inspirational,
Form: Crystalline
S-Slopes
K-Kastle DX73 Skis
I-Ideal
I-In
N-Northern
G-Grande Combe
Contest: Skiing
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date Created: 01/17/2023.
Categories:
combe, snow,
Form: Acrostic
Looking for a car, fair to presume
Brownie points for value I assume
I've got the ideal car for whom
Promises never a day of gloom
Perfectly loaded for bride and groom
From the mirror dangles a heirloom
Plenty room in case of baby boom
Gargantuan trunk can store a broom
With your supply of Fruit of the Loom
Itty bitty gas it does consume
You'll never notice a single fume
Comes with that built-in new car perfume
Ever so convenient in our combe
Parks itself into your livingroom
So come to my office to resume
I'll gladly make you some elbowroom
Let me clear off the desk move the bloom
So away you can sign with my plume
Submitted on February 12, 2018 for contest POETRY IN MOTION sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
combe, car,
Form: Light Verse
Silver foil sea glittering
crinkled cauldron surface slowly swirling
Lazy waves folding flashing
Sheet molten run up close then drain away
Steel sky and the arc-hung sun
Smoke clouds piled on Black Combe
Sandpipers, a butterfly shoal swinging swerving
and a solitary bird hurtles joyously
Languid gulls drink sun
Windmills wave to no one
Stones ground round by the silver sea
will become sand, rippled strand
A lone oyster-catcher musing by the water
moves on to muse again
Heat haze waves ripple the sea edge
on the shingle scree
Ocean of air and light, slow currents
Sound of many waters blown across my ears
Piping birds
Smell of the shore
A lark hung like a kite descending on its wire
unwinding its breathless trill across the dune hills
Lapwings hummed and clicked and whistled overhead
Little birds bouncing chirping on the wind
The lark reels on
Violets on the great dunes and small beetles with wheel-spin in the sand
Two brown rabbits crouched, watched
then hopped off
Pink horsetail tips like asparagus
stretched upwards by a bench
It seemed a long walk back
through the golden gorse
and the burnt gorse
which the council saw fit to clear
4.01
Categories:
combe, beach,
Form: Free verse