Diamond due droplets
Adorn fresh flowers
Calm comely comets
Flowers nectar filled
Sway in Zen Zephyr
Petals curl furl frilled
Zen Zephyr scent wafts
Tempt the tender buds
Taunt the tough thriftlofts
Tender buds spread smiles
Unleash aroma
Swath in sublime styles
Aroma outspread
Soothes the ambiance
Euphoric moods wed
Ambiance gorgeous
Creaturely chorus
16 May 2023
TAKE A CHANCE ON A CHANSO Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
creaturely, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Rough hands upon her,
not near, there, or where,
nor the seashell tip of a fingering care
or other
lack-lustering lapping's
but the groundless clubfooted grasping
of long incoherent passions.
A clinker of desire hammered anew
by the forceful hands
of mist shrouded Nibelungen;
a dross now forged bright
into red-eyed gleams of flame.
She who bears the weight
of such a slobber-lipped changeling
covers his paws
with a tracery of spidery entanglements
the softest spell-binding webs
that break his knuckles;
refining hot bones
into phantom kisses.
For her satisfaction (and hers alone),
she captures that clumping stray
caging him deep,
and he left with no hands but hers.
Categories:
creaturely, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Age has brought it nearer.
The more I acknowledge it
the closer it surfaces.
It does not care for the cosmos,
for bright flowers, or sunsets.
Its eats all that stuff -
chews them up into words.
I am done describing it.
It's not specific.
it glows with a perfect ignorance,
it’s as innocent as a rat
in a cheese factory.
It’s creaturely, a minor deity
goats feet and a penny whistle.
It breaks a mind ripple
then tsunamis’ my pond
with a fish hook.
As I age it occasionally
peeps out of my pores,
it’s puppy dog eyes
asking how it got to be
me?
Categories:
creaturely, poetry,
Form: Free verse
grief
a blinding, blurring, dizzying pain,
a refiner’s purifying fire
it scrubs us clean, like hard sand,
re-opening old wounds as needed,
so the new, the healthy, can grow again
it removes and softens hard edges
it sounds, deep in our souls, where it morphs,
changing us forever
it is bound up in both prophecy and promise
it becomes a gracious gift
a tool for remembering, humility, gratitude
it is an ingredient in the creaturely essence
but it never leaves…
not in this life, anyway
grief
Categories:
creaturely, grief,
Form: Free verse
It is not too late to be human,
to realize the simple in the complex,
to see the endless states of reality,
the bounding expanses of worlds within worlds
with a child’s eye
knowing that all is perfectly in place.
Not one atom or cell of creation is inconsequential.
Everything before you and after you
is you – becoming.
You have chosen to be aware.
Congratulations you are
at the pinnacle of your creaturely understanding,
just one more small step yet,
and your mind
will know it is God.
Categories:
creaturely, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Casualty or cause?
A question where we’ll pause:
war’s chicken/egg conundrum with the truth.
Employing logic flawed,
inadequately awed,
thus, Lucifer brought war to the Most High.
He sought to share dominion,
held high, his own opinion,
a creaturely inflation of self-worth.
Pride, the worst of all,
swift led to Satan’s fall,
and thus was he cast down from lofty skies.
And though he was imprisoned,
his heart, full of derision,
sought vengeance in destruction of the earth.
Perhaps inspecting here,
an understanding clear
emerges from this epic tale of woe.
For with forbidden fruit,
the serpent did recruit
our parents by assault on verity.
Does truth die due to war,
or does death come before?
In understanding Satan’s case, we know.
Envisioning self god,
he thus committed fraud;
a lie he was too willful, blind to see.
And so down through the ages,
man’s wicked heart still rages
against the Truth, near constantly at war.
From Putin’s evil rise,
we trace back to the lies
we’ve bought in perpetuity since youth.
And thus, we can’d deny
the war follows the lie;
we’re just repeating what’s transpired before.
Categories:
creaturely, truth, war,
Form: Tristich
Life's too short to spend it as a lion
Go out and carry the banner of peace
Life's too short to spend it as a mole
Go out and enjoy bright light with all
Life's too short to spend it as a hyena
Go out and practice the art of generosity
Life's too short to spend it as a snake
Go out and join battalion of honest men
Life's too short to spend it as a chameleon
Go out and live as a creaturely human being
Categories:
creaturely, allusion, analogy, imagery, leadership,
Form: Couplet