The sudden mist against my cheek
awakens me in an instance
lifts my chin to feel its crispiness
the tickles of wet tingles my awareness
as a late evening breeze blows my hair as if
on the prow of a sailboats’ deck
sending the verge of cold little shivers
along the nape of my sweater
with the incoming sea crashing ever closer
tide flow just below as I sit to watch
twilight upon us in plumb burnt to orange
soft light a vibrant impression in glorious sunset
hand painted of watercolors spread loosely
I find soft harmonies played by waves mighty song
amazed to find each days’ gift living here
hearing the daily ballads pour from doorways
and sharing connections of new found happenstance
in this dusty towns’ neighborhood in Mexico
5-4-2021
ALL YOURS (May 5) Poetry Contest
1st Place
Brain Strand
Categories:
crispiness, appreciation, life,
Form: Free verse
A story of nightmare's wish to stir and stay,
did you seek to awake?,
something is predator that now ply here day,
it could have sought to yonder hate,
to revert morning cool crispiness and cud tomorrow,
a sort of pounding did earth reject,
even if he were allowed to dream willingly now.
No bosom of unknown air serves it,
you may check nineteen summer and winter autumns,
here trees and leaves have by virtue fit,
nor little is accepted to mute their green's,
desist ply last century silencer scum,
of a copper factory of underground,
adventure, there could have been many more evils and sins of such a dream.
Oh!, offspring of earth's kind safe your,
children of this century to resist and deny,
it, if it were a plan to storm you, how unfair,
it is a false theory,
now, that they are busy to make attempt,
what does that sigh to?,
how should you throw that behind as mistrust?.
Categories:
crispiness, character, spiritual,
Form: Ode
As fall comes rolling in
You can feel the crispiness
In the air as it circulates
Around you and see
The tree's beautiful
Changing of colors
As cool air runs through
Your body causing shivers
And chills, as your body
Temp changes from summer
To fall
You can also smell fresh pies
Baking in the oven as
Their aroma travels
Throughout the neigborhood
Fall gives you a feeling
Of relaxation, a calmness
That surrounds you, making you
Feel special
After falls shows up
Its not long before all
The beautiful holidays follows
AUGUST 23, 2020
Categories:
crispiness, autumn, feelings, happiness,
Form: Free verse
On a crisp cold night
I can feel the cold air
Upon my face
Clawing at my skin
Trying to get underneath it
I can hear it whispering
In my ear as it
Travels around me
Trying to get my attention
It soon freezes then
Drops cold sprinkles
Upon my shoulders
As it tries to get
Through to me, why?
Calling out my name
In whispers
As I Follow the sounds
I can hear the snap
Crackle and pop
As I walk on top of
Its crispiness
Categories:
crispiness, feelings, seasons, senses,
Form: Free verse
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too...when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
Crispiness of the morning breeze,
woke up slumbering leaves on trees and I walked beside my loneliness to get some peace and serenity.
As sun brightened and day was ripe,
slowly my pretence got peeled away and I became aware of my sleeping wounds buried in my heart's secret chamber.
Wounds are those withered leaves,
wailing on ground, around the trees, some are embraced by the wind, while others stay long, to be a fossil.
Though I had stopped visiting my past,
but time didn't heal all my wounds, with some it made no difference, the amount of time that had gone by.
The letters that you wrote I saved,
sometimes I read, and feel the warmth of your love and I don't know why I still think of you and forgiveness.
May 5, 2016.
Listen To The Warm-Prose - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Categories:
crispiness, emotions, loneliness, sad love,
Form: Prose
crispiness of the aroma
churlishness of butter, hidden flavours
of its own fragrance
out of the oven
into my mouth
concealing my pleasure
sinking into the soft cushions of the nibbled layers
the unsuspected tongue
relishing it
with a fervent cup of
hot tea
on a post rainy day
sunny, half dry and half wet
translucent doors of the bakery
the beam of the sun
enhancing the memoirs of the baked dishes
as the aroma reaches the nose
and the body
an autumn morning
page 3 rumors of affairs
bites and bites of bites
Categories:
crispiness, food,
Form: Blank verse