"Snowflakes fall as softly as a poet's tears."
~ an edited quote by Kevin Ansbro
In dappled shadows crystal snowflakes gathered
as sparkling alabaster gems frozen in time.
They cover the ground as a white blanket or quilt...
too soon to melt as Nature's offering of rain.
A moist painted desert sculpted by the wind,
as if Winter's gift was captured by an artist's brush.
An image of innocence; a still life on canvas,
I would aggrandize inside an ornate silver frame
or enjoy its beauty... time and again with a shake
of a snow globe scene from the Victorian era.
How fragile each flake, each individually unique
falling from clouds as if tears were being spilled.
Claude Monet- Olive Trees in Bordighera 1884
Sun-Dappled Roots in Bordighera
The olive trees, a tapestry of age,
Kneel on the hillside, turning a new page
Of light and shadow. Not the willow's weep,
But the slow wisdom that the branches keep.
Their trunks are muscle, gnarled and iron-red,
Twisting from earth where ancient roots are spread.
A violet bruise deep in the bark's core,
Where the Mediterranean sun has pressed before.
The canopy, a thousand hurried strokes,
A restless, shivering dark that gently chokes
The fierce bright sky. Emerald and indigo dance,
Captured in paint by a fleeting, sunlit trance.
Below, the soil burns a fierce, ochre heat,
A sudden, bold orange where the shadows meet.
A fiery carpet, scattered and intense,
Reflecting brilliance, defying reticence.
No clear blue harbor, no orderly plaid,
But Impressionism in its rugged pad—
The light itself, the subject, sharp and new,
Sifting through branches, showing its mood to you.
The path is thin, the land high,
tree lines and rocky outcrops
lean into each other.
My dog bounces away,
she's found some dappled deer; spooked
they run across my trace.
It’s another Smoky Mountain moment,
a dance-stepping poem
framed by shafts of sunlight.
A dog, and a bunch of white tails,
their softly pixelated images,
filtering across my eyed,
I sense an angel looking over my shoulder
she also is holding a camera.
- the mirror shows time of age
... the truth gives a bitter taste - Quote by the poet
They said she ate children and
the kids in the street called her the witch
She can't bear to look at herself in the mirror
stopped participating in social events
The body was aged and dappled
suspicious moles examined
it was cancer
A photograph hangs on the wall
she was radiantly pretty
- as in a fairy tale
A long time ago
I dream of dappled light
Falling upon my eager face
Winter at last has taken flight
Perfection of Spring embraced.
Softness permeates joyful breeze
Newfound temperance everywhere
Forest unfurled fresh green leaves
Hellebores flourish over there.
Yellow primrose quite sublime
Lovely bloom in Spring's hedgerow
Bluebells with their silent chime
Dappled light creates mystic glow.
My Winter soul at last appeased
Wherever I look beauty resides
Like a prayer nature's very own creed
Divinity unleashed I am baptised.
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Dappled
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
08/02.2023
Pixabay image: Herbert2512
Environs are rainbow-colored, I had always felt,
Until an alternative perception is soon revealed;
Have I ever thought that midst all these a dappled scene dwelt,
Flamboyant and monochromic celluloid is concealed...?
Designs painted by the sun while peeping through bushy trees,
Harass of horses galloping in a cavalry realm;
Black-yellow-brown strips on the nectar-hunting busy bees,
Majestically strolling tiger in self-image helm...!
Peacocks, pigeons, sparrows, geese, crows, doves, and flower-peckers,
Daisies, lilies, marigolds, Amaryllis, and Hyssops;
Dunes and nature-made domes of deserts in multi-deckers,
Strips plowing through oceans, mountains, and tall baroque hilltops...
Features of Nature, each in its way, are divine designs,
Each dappled line is benign and each in decorum shines...!!!
08 February 2023
Dappled dawn slowly raised its shade
As brindled pit-bull puppies played
Patiently the fisherman hooks the mottled rose-dotted trout
Peppiness in his laughter rings out
Lazily the varicolored finch's wings raise him up
Elaborately bedazzled is a spring buttercup
Day to night nature is dappled from higher-up
Written: February 07, 2023
Sponsor: Constance
Contest: Writing Challenge D Word
"dappled reflections revitalize our love"
~ by poet
In the dappled shadows, my soul is lost
As darkness deepens, my heartbeat gets tossed
Like a lace veil, your thoughts cover my mind
Such dreams we share, affection unconfined
In the dappled sunlight, wishes come true
Nightmares all left behind, hope springs anew
Forging forward to reach that forever
Where troubles forgotten, we'll love ever
In the dappled meadows, I remember
Our crimson passion, a burning ember
Lingering kisses float upon the breeze
Under the shade of cherry blossom trees
In the dappled garden, we're together
Enjoying the beauty of pink heather
In intimate silence, we simply rest
Dappled reflections make me feel quite blessed.
7th February 2023
Walking through the dappled forest, my mind reveled in its magnificence
The first thing I noticed was the shadowed silence; it was self-empowering.
More relaxing than a power nap. A large shadow flew over the tree line.
I focused on where I thought it might be next, it was a gorgeous hawk.
At the bottom of the ravine there is a giant overturned felled oak.
I pull myself up on it; feeling the mushroomed edges; it feels safe.
Deer bounds up and disappears, after flashing his white tail.
Cushy forest floor springs up and down as I take my leave.
The sound of dribbling water brings my attention to the tiny brook.
I sit for a bit, watching the minnows glide around in the cold water.
Other things are in there, teeny tiny bits of something – algae maybe?
I feel something watching me. It is a tiny snake. Somehow communicating.
I like everything about this place, it is my own nirvana.
No human comes here except for me. It is my secret world.
My soul feels joy. I love the shadows, and the gentle breeze.
I am ready to face another day, so thank you God for this place.
Trees shed leaves
A mother sheds her tears and sweats
Trees lose their glories
A mother loses her youth
Trees offer a dappled shade
A mother offers protection and love
Trees leave baldness and rings in their trunks
A mother leaves an everlasting memory and a precious love
In her children's heart
Dappled Winds
Phantom gliders in the sky rise at day
To rush the firmament on dappled winds,
Heaven’s piebald appaloosas at play,
Brindled tempests ruffle zephyr’s fringes
On stippled flurries in mistral tinges -
Flecks of dirges – the haunting calls of loons –
Laugh with ecstasy at mosaic breeze,
Born from the mottled rainbow’s pure cocoon,
In a dappled dance of impish teases.
2-11-22
Contest: D Forms - Dizain
Sponsor: Constance La France
Doves, mountain robins, starling, pond heron,
Dogs, donkeys, horses, deer, tigers splendid;
Creatures existing in alien terrain
Masterly molded; charmingly blended;
Dappled beauty is enchantment tended,
Gleaming, glowing, glazing and glistening,
Dappled spottiness has brief brightening;
Dappled persons are brave and courageous,
In look solemn, tough, rough and frightening
In actions swift, sharp, sincere, serious...
07 January 2022
"Family love, hugs, smiles, laughter and acceptance of togetherness within a home, precious moments made. Quote_by Poet"
The sunlight streams though the stain glass window
dappled rainbow hues upon the floor, dust
specks dance on beams of light in the shadow.
A tipped deep breath blown; then fades in trust.
Children run down the stairs ever robust
songs of merry and dance full of games play.
Hide 'n' seek, gay dog and cat chase all day.
After dinner family play charades.
Stepping' up, rock 'n' roll, afterwards pray.
Somber dappled gray shades as daylight fades.
2/6/2022
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest 1. dappled
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Using Poetry Soup Syllable Counter
The dizain will be comprised of a single 10-line stanza which includes 10 syllables in every line and is written in accordance with this rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd.
Like melodies from night leaves sent over
Above the pebbled rivers, her hooves float
Across glens with misty drops of clover
Embroidered in a dwindling dark, she coats
The sleeping land with birdcall's silver notes
A flash, perhaps, between a pine and fir
A starlit ghost, gone as the sunlight stirs
A fabled murmur, unseen and undrawn
Glimpsed as stillness where moons and mornings blur
The gray mare who carries the dappled dawn
2/04/22
D Forms - Dizain contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
First Place
Poem of the Day, 2/06/22
"Life is serene on a hammock with the ocean waves crashing behind you"
- by Poet
Beautiful beach beckons, its sand pristine,
Crashing wild waves, melody to the soul,
Cacophony of seabirds sounds divine,
Bathed by the sea, my bare feet take a stroll,
In constant motion, the sea billows roll;
The ocean has the upper hand, so calm,
I sit in the dappled shade of the palm,
Swinging in a hammock, resting my eyes,
The soothing swell in the background, sweet balm,
Perfect peace envelops me, no surprise!
02.04.2022
For Constance La France's "D forms - Dizain" contest
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