once vague metaphor
now pin pricks with emoji,
with door left ajar~
a notice slips in unnamed,
with ash on breath, match unlit.
fangs lurk in the mouth,
breath pockets the broken glass,
turns mist into sky~
a small rope sways between cliffs,
moored by threads too thin to see.
shadow in step's wake,
plank between the thing and hurt,
it strums without strings~
lips fondle a vague shape
till its fate becomes the wind.
You have nerves of steel, like everyone wants.
I admire your casual nonchalance.
A falling piano could not erase
the serene countenance on your face.
earth turned bald.
skyscrapers loom bold.
waste hideously piled.
toxins profusely spilled.
nature cruelly defiled.
we stand greatly appalled!
April. 4. 2023
Bite Size Poem.No.61. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
COUNTENANCE
attention
to detail
with
the
passion
of
subtle
expression
the
stark
instinct
blurring
reality
in
the
indistinct
recognition
so
restrictive
demonstates
an identical
purpose
to
overwhelm
in
relief
Madness and make-up!
What am I seeing?
Is that really a face?
A vision? Yes, one of those?
It's strange here in the shower.
What seemed to be a countenance looked in at me.
But was that a vision, merely a repeat -
a repeat of my madness?
Do I see a knife in that hand,
held by that figure,
a strange and frightening thing?
Am I about to fall, lose blood?
Chimeras can indeed be strange,
strangeness be a vision, vision a memory;
memories of faces
can dance within the brain.
Will a knife be plunged into my belly?
Shall I feel its sharp point?
Am I to fall and hit my head -
splash into my own blood?
(Sep 2022)
Our countenance, mirroring heart vibrant
Elixirous in the bliss joy current
Outer form, reflecting our radiance
In sync with subtle voice of our conscience
Mindful eye, to each nuance sentient
Nestled thus, in our native element
Love alone according our acts consent
Mind body reveals, inner innocence
Our countenance
Devoid of narrow ego sediment
Breezing through life, in quiet contentment
Divine entwined, in playful joy parlance
Centred presence, in dynamic balance
Rainbow in full view, makes a bold statement
Our countenance
30-January-2021
To look upon your countenance is all that I desire
To sit with you and hold your hand by this red winter fire
But you are now so far away,I do not recognise
Those features dear to me and your deep blue eyes.
You had a merry cheerful soul and loved all your friends
You may have loved your enemies,to wit I'll not descend.
I heard your voice one morning late,I heard you clear your throat.
I hastened down the stairs and found that old brown winter coat.
I put the coat near to me and felt salt tears slip down
They ran across my face and dripped onto that old coat brown
The memories seem too few,my dear,though we had happy times.
And now I must be going and I'll finish off this rhyme.
So many years a part of me,the hole with sorrow filled.
I'll sit and gaze at these bare trees until my heart is stilled
Goodbye,goodbye , goodbye my love my dearest one.
I'll try to start my life again,accepting that you're gone.
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance,
the impossible dream with lance in hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.
Knight, Don Quixote, rose in allegiance
The man from La Mancha, felt in demand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.
His squire Sancho Panza, flaunted the stance
From old Rocinante, slain windmills at hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.
His make believe love, a one way advance.
Dulcinea, ……………..gets no wedding band.
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.
Castles and mules and a loser’s penance.
Bound by the rules only Knights understand
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance
Retiring, a dream brings him assurance
New found sanity, he swears with raised hand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful countenance
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance
Sept 15, 2012 © cghjr
An Angel of fierce countenance guards the Western gate
wings aflame in the dying sun
Eyes like the end of time.
Raiment the color of a thousand sunsets.
Ready to be broken she pulls away so gently.
A word not spoken, for they knew it had to be.
Drizzling rain coming down, making hardly a sound.
Forest scents fill the air, like tantalizing incense,
potent and alluring, beckoning my call to thee.
But this is not to be, heavy breathing no more,
tender hearts broken.
Charming that you are, your heart governs,
breaking my tender heart, no one to console.
It is you that I adore, caresses wanting to restore.
But tortured that I am, not to be reborn,
destiny engulfing my soul, answers of no form.
Melting away I am this day,
remembering your sweetness, so sublime.
Your hips, your back, your ample breast,
never ever to be mine.
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