The orchid is Mother Nature's masterpiece ~ Robyn…
So exotic
So exquisite
in detail
and in hue
~
Appears
delicate and fragile
but stronger
than you knew
~
Cosseting
Pampering
she truly abhors
Keep her just moist
Keep her indoors
~
No direct sunlight
this favorite of mine
Rewarding you tenfold
with flowers divine
~
A long lasting gift
of kaleidoscopic hues
Each flower unique
a porcelain treat
~
Freshly painted
masterpiece
my breath
she takes away
~
Her beauty
Her aura
Orchidaceae
I adore her
~~~
Written 12 March 2021
Contest Name Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form
Sponsor Constance La France
2nd Place
Contest All Yours (Mar 15)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
cosseting, beauty, flower, imagery, tribute,
Form: Imagism
Tend the garden where the tulips grow.
Moisten soil, sun drench.
When leaves faint and wither,
resuscitate.
Let the scented air blow
through the cosseting leaves.
The soft and solid kiss
of zephyr release
memories of long ago
verdant trysts
and the undying season
that suddenly
ceases
except for living ghosts,
brushed and painted
on
the landscape below —
the living canvas
overflowing
with effervescence,
a bouquet
blossoming
in the open arm boughs
of paradise.
11/19/2019
Categories:
cosseting, flower, love, marriage,
Form: Verse
bare skinny trees - a family cosseting the rustic dynasty
9/23/2019
Categories:
cosseting, home, tree,
Form: Monoku
The lovely lilt of waves.
Keen lullaby of waves.
Idyllic fingernails —
the crest of each curt wave.
Her blue diamond eyes.
Kind blinking of the waves.
Soft palms against the boat -
a blond with gentle waves.
And cosseting the hull —
firm arms beneath the waves.
The wind picks up in speed.
Hear screeching of the waves.
Like sharks with teeth, bare gums,
the multitude stirs waves.
The dreaded beasts with claws.
No fish tread in these waves.
Into the sailor’s throat,
the sirens toss the waves.
The capsized boat slow plays
a dirge of captured waves.
For Fred was caught in net.
The moon resolves the waves.
6/7/2019
Categories:
cosseting, sea,
Form: Ghazal
MOONLIGHTING
swaddled by the stars,
moonlight swaying.
obeying sandswept eyes
and yawns of sleep.
dreams appearing
in seraphic shadows,
lighting up the inner room —
anamnesis of sunlight breadth.
drilling of the hands
and feet in repetition —
knitting needles syncing, lips
rehearsing the alphabet.
dot to dot of neuron hours
handsomely pieced
in gigantic looms. pillow
cosseting psychic depth.
5/13/2018
Categories:
cosseting, memory, sleep,
Form: Verse
Despotic dynasty part two
And when we entered the shiny city…it was on marshland
and there was smoke from chimneys of factories, but there
were streets of light and stores selling lingerie’s we could
not resist, there were beggars in the street which disturbed
us greatly, and workers we had fought for were working long
hours for little pay and no rights. But we the middle class
and intellectuals had won our freedom, in liberty to voice our
discontent into a void as we’re ignored by the new rulers who
had found a new way to disregard our demand for equality by
cosseting us; and we succumbed to this sparkle of light after
all life is better now than under tyranny; we know the masses
are fed, and we don’t need to know anymore.
Categories:
cosseting, history, peace, light, light,
Form: Blank verse