fields cross like gentle paths of thought~
the mountain waiting,
the sky held open
offering its blessing.
Fields Sun
. Water Time
. Ripen chop
. Harvest crop
. Cereal
. Nibble chew
. Swallow fill
. Fibre Smile
Happy Tummy
CRISS-CROSS PIVOT -GRAND SLAM
. First Set
. love all
. first serve
. clean ace
. first game
. to love
. I’m inspired
. shot selection
. spot on
. hit line
. each time
WHITEWASH
. second set
. first serve
. double fault
. opponent rallies
. fights back
. tie break
. five seven
. third set
. take tumble
. call physio
. Retire Hurt
you me
brazen shy
lazy adventurous
demeaning lighthearted
opposites attract
Marriage
love's downfall
fighting arguing
hateful scorned
revenge hurt
controlling depressed
lost unloved
farewell divorce
. Quite often
. Inspiring prompts
. Are offered
. Brain waves
. Work up
. A storm
. Crashing towards
. SPONTANEOUS
. Outbursts of
. Creative expression
. In exultation
. You ride
. The crests
. Celebrating your
. Impulsive poetry
Criss-Cross Acrostic: Ai My Eye
Criss-Cross Acrostic:
Note: *Construe as “words” not as “letters”: Lines 1 and 3 read alike reversed; Lines 2 and 4 read alike reversed; likewise vertically and diagonally from up-down or down-up mode.
"Ai Ai My Eye !"
I Was Saw Eye
Eye Saw Was I
Eye Was Saw I
I Saw Was Eye
Another Permutation:
« Ai Ai My Sore Eye !"
I Sore Was I
Saw I Sore Eye
Sore I Saw Eye
I Was Sore I
FURTHER PERMUTATIONS for SORE EYES
Eye Sore Saw I
Saw I Sore Eye
I Saw Sore Eye
Sore Eye Saw I
Saw I Sore Eye
Eye Sore Saw I
Sore Eye Saw I
I Saw Sore Eye
Eye Sore Saw I
Sore Eye Saw I
Saw I Sore Eye
I Saw Sore Eye*
This last quatrain diagonally reads as:
"Ai Ai Sore Eye" (phonetically): « Ai Ai Saw I"
The path of life is criss-crossed
with many intersections:
A fork in the road forces you
to choose a diversion:
Ahead Left or
Ahead right.
A T-junction has a Stop Sign.
Look Right, Look Left,
No way forward,
Choose one or the other.
The U turn offers a way back
to unwind and retrace.
The Detour is a diversion,
a time-out for reflection.
The Slip Road offers a way
into, or out of, the rat race.
At a Cross Road there are three choices:
Left, Right, or then again:
Straight Ahead,
Steady as she goes.
The Overpass is a cop out,
dodging the Cross Road decision.
CRISS-CROSS
Hill was criss-crossed on net- work of tea plants.
While walking, I observed long queue of ants.
Ants to cross road from one side to other.
People coming, crossing, did not bother.
I am to watch minutely for minutes.
Being disturbed by steps, for moments row splits.
All disciplined to form prompt a new row.
Odor of ants is signal to follow.
I took a little leap to cross the queue.
A dazzling dew drop came into my view.
It is enjoying smart behavior
of wonderful species, being admirer.
Curiosity-appreciation
rejoiced to meet at a cross-connection.
Third place in 'Cross' Contest
First Place
'MARCH WEEK 1 2019' Contest by Brian Strand
'Rhyming Couplets' Contest by Janice Canerdy
criss-cross is criss-crossing the future
the future is a criss-cross of a future
the future is the future of a criss-cross future
time is time criss-crossing of a future
time is time’s time criss-cross
time is timing of a timing criss-cross
time is time of a timing criss-cross
the future is the center of a center criss-cross
a center is a center of a centering future
the future is a center of a centering future
time is time’s centering of a center
time is time’s centering of the future
the centering is the centering of time
the centering is the centering of the centering
time is time’s space of the future
time is time’s space of time
timing is criss-cross of timing
timing is criss-cross of space
space is space’s criss-crossing of space
the future is the future’s space of future
the future is the future’s future
Criss-cross, what a loss
"Their baby girl is dead" the devil gladly said.
Oh god what a shame, but, ask me, who's to blame?
Another knife, yet another life.
But what's a little blood to a thousand pounds of soil.
What's a little cut, to an entire jar of scars.
Her story, pain, and blade quickly start to fade.
And as we pause we ask "Come to think of it...
...Are we sure she was really even here, that girl who disappeared?
Criss-Cross Acrostic*: Ai My Eye !
I Was Saw Eye
Eye Saw Was I
Eye Was Saw I
I Saw Was Eye
*Construe as “words” not as “letters”:
Lines 1 and 3 read alike reversed;
Lines 2 and 4 read alike reversed;
likewise vertically and diagonally
from up-down or down-up mode.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Criss-Cross Apple Sauce
One memory I thought I lost
Alphabets and one two threes
First grade and go mimis
Kiddie snacks and juice boxes
Cookies full of chocolate chips
Playing kitchen and building blocks
Stolen crayons in my socks
Eating glue off snowmen in class
Teacher yelling we're laughing
Time-Outs and secret codes
Pee pee kids smelly clothes
Run around pushing kids
Acting like we're stupid
That was first grade hope you enjoyed
A memory forgotten
Now let me see your ugly toy
Variegated azaleas, long brown stems,
criss-crossed in a tall glass vase.
Such a rush! I planted that bush.
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