The Early Morning
…… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.
I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture.
Even the washing line blinks in the morning glory
while casually tossing shadows of clothing
onto the faded backdrop of a lifeless fence.
Slowly, the morning’s lungs breathe out
and shirt, jumper, socks and trousers
start to shadow dance across the enlivened screen.
Then plants freckle themselves onto the slatted stage,
a neighbourly, mop-headed flower peeks curiously over
while an aged, garden spade stirs from its earthy reverie.
They all want to connect to the merriment,
parading in this slapstick, fashion-lit show
while the garden fence just creaks with laughter.
Categories:
daubing, good morning, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse
Spring shifts a bright sky
into streaks of gray,
in it's own unpredictable way.
The daffodils are weakening
storm damaged, they struggle
to blow their leaky yellow trumpets.
Warm days still end with a chill
the dawn remains wet nosed,
but summer is winning
it is edging in
painting the fields
with patchwork colors,
daubing the trees with
shy May blossoms
that offset the ever greening.
An old man in a black overcoat
sweats a little,
his dog racing ahead;
he heads for home
with a rickety swagger,
already painting
bold, eye-catching words
on invisible rainbows.
Categories:
daubing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Today I again
Took shower in the rain
Sitting far alone
Throwing up the stone
None was all around
Except I and heavy rain sound
Lost in my thought
Missing her a lot, No any doubt
I always used to enjoy the rain
But this time, I was daubing my pain.
Categories:
daubing, heartbreak, love hurts, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Watcher ...
he wandered the upper
moorland mists -
the highest fells of Scottish countryside -
wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light …
aglow like the full of the moon,
and aback a white Arabian stallion …
he commanded the
brume and twilight shivers,
and could cleave sunlight with his sword,
turning noon to midnight in a swipe -
daubing the bluffs with
dreamy fog …
THAT, tales say,
was the essence of enchantment,
transforming the deepest darkness to a
glistening, pearly wonderland,
where starlight suffused every thing
and everyONE,
and the grandest of dreams were
realized, by simply breathing
that glimmering haze -
filling your being with a confidence and
care, immeasurable,
and drowning your spirit in
joy and contentment -
waves of euphoria permeating your marrow,
until nothing mattered but that light ...
not even the realization that
your mortality was at hand, and your
soul was now happily,
horridly ...
His.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, August 14, 2020; rewrote August 29, 2022
Categories:
daubing, dark, fantasy, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift me to the seamless realms of delight.
Your ubiquitous presence I feel;
In the hum of crickets, in the silence of the stars,
In the falling cataracts, in the running streams,
You are there in the roaring sea breakers,
And under the swift wings of the wind.
Come as subtle vibes to saturate my being,
Winding your way through every sinew.
Enfold me in your rapturous hold,
Raising my soul to the magic of rhapsody.
Paint intangible pictures in silence,
Creating a sensation beyond the reach of words.
Let my soul savor the taste of ecstasy,
Daubing myriad hues on all ugly stains.
Land me in the sequestered pools of oases,
As the blistering sands leave burns on my soul
Oh Music! Come and fill me.
Soak me from foot to crown,
Like a falling drizzle,
Like a caressing soft wind,
Like a marauding sensation.
Drown me in the subaqueous quietude of the sea,
Levitating me through ether,
And lifting me up onto the borders of heaven!
Categories:
daubing, inspiration, joy, music, uplifting,
Form: Ode
Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift us to the seamless realms of delight
Your ubiquitous presence we feel;
In the hum of crickets
In the silence of the stars
In the falling cataracts
In the running streams
You are there in the roaring sea breakers
And under the swift wings of the wind
Come as subtle vibes to saturate our being,
Winding your way through every sinew
Enfold us in your rapturous hold,
Raising our souls to the magic of rhapsody
Paint intangible pictures in silence,
Creating a sensation beyond the reach of words
Let our souls savor the taste of ecstasy,
Daubing myriad hues on all ugly stains
Land us in the sequestered pools of oases,
As the blistering sands leave burns on our souls
Oh Music! Come and fill me
Soak me from foot to crown
Like a falling drizzle
Like a caressing soft wind
Like a marauding sensation
Drown me
In the subaqueous quietude of the sea
Levitate me through ether
And lift me up onto the borders of heaven
Categories:
daubing, music,
Form: Ode
Nobody here delivered to be deaf
And introvert of his stools
Life is the bunch of roses
Fruitful to smells and holds for precious
Letting any motion mining marigolds
Of their flowers fairy blossoms
Blooming to stage of groans
To be very present,be like ocean:
Ergo,for if that frozen to them
I shall swims to swarms stream
With a marshy I mingled on
And groans to my inspirational dreams
Daubing them into Colossus crisps
And suffice of my life lineal layers.
© Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
Categories:
daubing, africa,
Form: Sonnet
Wink at me,
shimmered vixen ...
dawn waits
to warm your feet,
and tickle your toes!
Tell me, true,
your tale ...
an age spent
twinkling -
daubing night
with your kiss ...
twilight's paramour,
teasing the sun to rise,
I ...
but your earthly fool.
Written and submitted on June 5, 2020
For the "Pick-A-Title, Volume 18 - Yalto 2" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Sponsor.
( This form is called 'Yalto', created by Edward Ibeh. Syllables = 3, 4, 2, 4, 5, 3, 2, 3, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 1, 5, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
daubing, appreciation, beauty, metaphor, star,
Form: Verse
mud daubing swallow
nesting on ceiling fan blade....
electrical switch
baby swallows hatch
hatchlings' downy feathers soft....
kitchen window soiled
Categories:
daubing, appreciation, nature,
Form: Haiku
Eyelids bat and blink through break of day
Sunrise daubing reach with pastels, bright
Friends and kin and games are on the way
Wrapped in temps 'bout eighty Fahrenheit
Waters, cool and smooth to paint the bay
Blossom breezes breathing fresh and light
Foods and cool refreshments feed the fray
Through our ways we do the summer right
Yet, it's LOVE that makes a day so blessed.
Written and submitted on October 2, 2019
For the "Queen Of Day 9 X 9" Poetry Contest
Charles Messina, Sponsor.
( Syllables = nine syllables per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
daubing, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, day,
Form: Verse
~ fall
life aches
for much more
burnt umber
forest
floor
leaves
daubing
autumn's breast
colors drift
yearning
rest
bright
shrouding
aptly dressed ~
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Haiku 1-2-3 Or 3-2-1" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor
Categories:
daubing, autumn, beauty, metaphor, nature,
Form: Haiku