autumn steel sky
bare oak branches
pale-pink twilight
quilt cossets biddy body
shadowland’s coming in hot
12/1/2022
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
cossets, age, nature, seasons, weather,
Form: Tanka
Friendship – a seamless sky,
far too complex to gauge or delve.
At times like the early rays of morn,
it fills one with joy.
At times like a gentle breeze,
it cuddles and cossets.
At times like dark clouds,
it overcasts the mind.
At times it comes blowing like a gale,
sweeping us off our feet.
At times it sprouts like a seedling,
growing out into a tree, giving shade.
It blossoms like a Night Queen,
diffusing in the air, a heady scent.
At times like the plaintive notes from a flute,
it saddens the soul.
Like a rainbow it may swiftly vanish,
or remain like a beacon,
guiding us when storms rage.
In darkness, it burns like a candle.
In loneliness, a sweet presence.
At times so silent
At times so very eloquent
Finally like an unfinished tale,
A fond memory,
A lingering scent
Like the life sustaining breath
It remains…..!
August.2. 2022
~ Placed First~
Resubmitted for Brian Strand No. 1199 Poetry Contest
Friendship Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Beata Augustin
Categories:
cossets, care, friendship, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
CHAOS
Child O Child how the boat rocks...
Heart of Mine ~ cossets your soul,
As the sea serpent roars with contempt...
O Child, you belong to God! NO disquieting squalor, will
Snatch you from seraphic hands!
1/15/2018
If anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin,
it would be better for him to have a large millstone
hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Matthew 18:6 (NIV)
See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven
Matthew 18:10 (NIV)
Categories:
cossets, abuse, children, christian,
Form: Acrostic
The shadows of English oaks
Are tracing the wind.
We enter the woodlands
Another world:
Away from the traffic and bustling roads
An ancient feeling it evokes:
Primal yet evolved
This is where we: the human race
Are from:
the woodland!
Not from the paradise
As the holy books advocate!
The centuries old trees tall
And covered in mold.
The ivy wrapping their slender arms
Around the mighty aspens and oaks:
Tender like babes cuddling their mummies.
The undergrowth is full with dark mysteries:
Unexplored:
Almost.
It cossets many lives in its dark bosom
Worms. Vermin and rodents
A habitat repulsive yet necessary.
Decaying leaves and mold.
The sound of green parrots
The new welcomed residents of London
Emerald delights!
And fungi of many hues and kinds.
Red is my favourite!
Red fungi from the fairy-tales.
Rare, delicate yet deadly to touch.
So we take a photo
And show to friends.
Categories:
cossets, adventure, allegory, allusion, beautiful,
Form: Narrative
MY MOTHER
See her laden and brimming with the sheaves
On a hilly furrowed plane shrouded by leaves
Her way homewards she plods and heaves.
See her joggles on the spinning wheel
A textile she winds out the cotton reel
And made many hue garbs with great skill.
See her broil as she stirs the broth in the tripod;
Day by day the market and stream she trod
And fetch fire woods and make fine wares of gourd.
See her sit on a stool, behind the moon wanes;
She enacts folklores of ancient reigns,
Of men and animals, plants and bizarre planes.
See her upon her breasts life’s incubi weigh
As all her offspring upon her tender bosom lay
She cossets them from womb to tomb till she’s grey.
Categories:
cossets, appreciation, devotion, for her,
Form: Couplet
She lost,
Her babe departed from her.
The quick division
Wounded her,
Dismayed her.
That deep wound sank her
In the ocean of tears.
She made a mournful cry
When she thought of a life
Without her child.
Her tears dried,
She was pulled back
From bemoaning,
Her loss dragged her
To distress.
Then,
Returned back to the memories
With a heavenly feelings,
A journey through
The infant's footprint
She recalls,
The existence of her life, -
memories, with lament.
Categories:
cossets, memory, my child,
Form: I do not know?