Defoliated Poems

Butterfly

"As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew  
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
 
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue 
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true"
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Defoliated trees bloom with emerald life after their verdant resurrection
in the fervent flow of zephyr with floral fragrance she finds her direction

The floral canvas absorbs sequins of sunburst colors in mesmeric meadow  
where she flitters allured to the aromatic arena of the springtime show

As a winged flower she drifts in the wind, whispering the tune of luring aria
in the drizzle of delightful shower with the cadence of the dulcet ballerina

Life breaks in the wake of hard domino effect while in debris my dreams lie
her dancing rhythm ripples rapture in me as I fly on the wings of the butterfly

Embrace Of Faded Memory

In the frozen air and frost gripping the malachite meadow
within the mystique mask of the arctic dawn,
defoliated lone tree wrapped by dismal melancholy,
stands static as shadowless sentinel of dormant dreams.

From the melted chilling clasp of the glacial desire I rise,
the heartening rhythm of the serenading heart I hear,
the music of love resonates with the symphony of ardor.  
I glide in its cadence, soaring in the beguiling bowl of blue.

In the lonesome bouquet laced with the reverie of love 
lies embedded the frozen fragrance of remote reminiscence,
enticing the defrosted solitary soul to reflect sunshine someday, 
hold the faded lattice of mesmeric memory in warm embrace.

In An Instant

The incisive probe of insight
dissects my life’s stratum of delusion, 
the shards of shattered pretense 
scatter as discarded debris, 
the mind reminds itself to forget.

The blizzard of discontent blows,
my desolate heart turns 
into a tree defoliated in wasteland,
far away from verdant thicket.
The sunburst day fades out fast, 
dusk envelopes the twilight sky.  

I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues of the new sun 
to suffuse me with the gleam of sanguinity,
when from the dust of distress
I felt the Phoenix, concealed within so long, 
rise in an instant for metamorphosis
in the divine dawn of regeneration.

Jolted By Twilight

The zephyr in dainty dusk ruffles sunk sun’s sequins, 
ripples the radiant facade of the placid pond,
where on the lilting lap of a silken lotus leaf, 
floats forlorn, rolls restless, a rain drop, 
a resplendent opalescent pearl.
Lest it gets shoved away, the leaf entwines 
its transient trance with the satin threads of love, 
unattached to the ephemeral possession.
At the end of twilight time the fluid gem dries up,
disappears in obscure triviality of transient entity.
  
Swathed by the sparkle of the winter twilight, 
frozen at the end of the last mile,  
like the wilted leaf of a defoliated tree
my languid life floats on the ebbing tide 
of the consumed time, receding fast into oblivion,
where my essence spurts the fountain of elixir.
With the surge of the tsunami of bliss,  
under the aura of luminous divinity,  
I get jolted by the enlightenment twilight, 
imbibe sublime serenity of detachment derivative.

Dawn Of Regeneration

The trees absorb autumn’s color explosion,
paint the leaves with crimson and gold patina,  
know the ballet of hues doesn’t last,
gets lost in the haze of winter air.
The gilded leaves leave the bare boughs 
of the stripped deciduous trees,  
dancing to the swan song of winter,
know revival is disguised in decay. 
Spring returns with stimulation of resurgence,
new lustrous leaves sprout in tawny trees,
gloomy garden flourishes with flaming flowers.
 
The blizzard of discontent blows,
my wrecked heart turns into a defoliated tree.
The sunburst days fade out fast, 
the twilight sky falls with depressing dusk.  
I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues 
to suffuse me with sanguinity,  
inspiring the Phoenix concealed within
to rise from the dust of distress
in the divine dawn of regeneration.

Ripple Of Rhapsody

lucent glow  
of longing 
       turns into 
spring-suffused 
exuberant spectrum 
       paints fresco
of floral splendor
on canvas 
       of my chromatic life
                              flamboyant

on arid 
cinnamon ground  
auburn despair 
       creeps furtive
like silent sigh  
in wilted veins 
of fallen leaves 
       rustling frail
serenades sanguine
evergreen tune 
       of hope 
in the last crawl 
                        desolate

eyes weep 
unseen tears 
       in torrent
fill cauldron 
of pining pathos
while 
forlorn life’s 
lingering element
of emerald essence 
remains like 
         lone
defoliated tree
       in wasteland 
of broken banks 
of denuded mind
                        isolated 

cadence of symphony 
of fervent zephyr 
       adrift from 
yonder plateau 
of yearning 
        glides on  
waves of desire
in lagoon heart 
        pulsates 
with ripples 
of rhapsody 
in bay of bliss
                   innate

Winter Magic

The chilled whisper of the northern wind
floats in frozen air with the finesse of ballerina snowflakes,  
attuned to the rustle of the frosted leaves inertly aligned,
serenading the mystique melody, winter sonata makes.  

Defoliated trees tremble in the waves of the arctic breeze,
in its frosty flow from the cold oblivion I see you return,
melt the miasma in my memory congealed in glacial freeze, 
enter the abandoned abode of our ancient times we yearn.
 
I’m enticed by the spectrum of the scarlet sun on diamond dew, 
my passion prism reflects for me your charisma ecstatic. 
As from the mist of reminiscence rises the dawn new,
your euphoric embrace defrosts the memory lane as winter magic.

Winter Slumber

On the wings of winter afloat abandoned in northern wind,
the wilted leaves of longing waft away rustling recluse,
my frosted nest clings captive to the skeletal tree,
I count in heartbeat the footsteps of frozen twilight hour.

The elan of earnestness turns into arctic embrace,
as you fly away to the sun shine sky of indigo incognito.  
In the frosted debris of desolation in the glacial nest,
I hibernate in memory with the frozen feather you leave. 

The lonely bird languishes with the wings twisted in torment,
folded up within the mangled manor of the marooned mind.
I can’t fly in the wake of your evanescent flight,
my heart’s fervent warmth dissipates unfelt.

The latent desire to span the sky sinks in the sad eyes,
the feelings fail to touch the remote reminiscence,
as I find the defoliated trees dance in the snow sonata,
attuned to the melody of the song of winter wonders. 

The winter blizzard blowing in my wanton world 
immobilizes the weary wings of my frigid fervor,
brings the breath of old times through the frosted door of mind, 
in my winter slumber I dream you will return in spring.

Winter Sonata

Ever-shifting sensitive façade
of revolving seasons dons the amber ambiance 
of the transient halcyon hues nature nurtures, 
autumn’s fiery front bursts with color mélange, 
fallen foliage gleams with golden glow at winter brink.

The chilled whisper of the northern wind 
floats in the frozen air with the racing rhythm 
of the attuned rustle of the rusted leaves,
composes the mystique melody of winter sonata, 
as the seamless haze shades the sapphire sky. 

Defoliated trees tremble in the waves of arctic wind,
in its frosty flow I see you return from the cold oblivion,
melt the miasma wrapping my glacial memory, 
enter the abandoned abode of our old times 
through the icy door I open for you. 

I feel enticed the warmth of the winter sun 
you raise for me with your charisma I adore. 
As from the mist of reminiscence rises the new dawn,
the ecstasy of our embrace defrosts the memory lane,
we wander entwined in the winter wonderland.

Island

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                              in tempest but swam on
                  sinking hope, a defoliated lone tree in a
      desolate island far from secure longing shore, anchorage
abandoned, an insular being stranded in the realm of remote sea
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The Daytime Moon

In my restive mind keen time raced in spree,
me in the wasteland of life I could see
as fallen defoliated dry tree,
you came as rain cloud gray - drifted away, didn’t stay,
mid-day sun’s sparkling ray - ushered for me new day.
I saw the daytime crescent moon shine bright,
as the orb slowly climbed up the sky’s height,
felt lunar vibes in awe-inspiring sight.
The unique astral show - helped hopeful omen glow,
good luck in life would flow - pull me up from the low.
Mind’s balance it enhanced to great degree,
out of plaguing terrain I found a way.
Image of self-reflection came to light,
perceived the awareness of life’s change grow.

Whisper

From my domain of desiccated wasteland,
the dust soared on the wings of plundering wind, 
wafted across the burnt canopy 
of the lone magnolia tree,
I nurtured with love for many years. 

The storm scraping the sands of the listless time,
rose from the dusky horizon of distress,
swept away the dislodged leaves.
In their rustle I heard them whisper …
“catch us before we disappear”.

Through the dust of despair drifting nowhere,
the last rays of the setting sun filtered, 
swathed the vestiges of the broken dreams,
enveloped within the migrating mirage,
that morphed into the leaves flying away.

Across the melting shadow of the cloud adrift,
through the golden glow of sunset,
I trailed the course of the blowing wind 
to catch the fleeting leaves
that took away all my dreams.

Beneath the defoliated magnolia tree,
at the fringe of my dried-up bare garden,
as I stood with my dwindling present,
I heard the rippling wind whisper to me…
“you’ll catch them in the twilight terrain”.

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April 23. 2023
Word chosen : Whisper
Contest : Writing Challenge - "W" Word
Sponsored by : Constance La France

Spring Personified

On the wings of winter the polar winds sigh and depart,
the frost-fastened barren boughs hear their harsh whisper… 
“you’ll listen to the sweet spring music soon, don’t fall apart,
the singing southern breeze will caress you, you won’t whimper”.

The misty mask melts away, the blue sky smiles again bright,
as the ambrosia of spring dances in the diaphanous air, 
cheerful cloud befriends the luring waft, takes the fairy flight,
embraced by the amorous sunbeam the buds bloom with flair.

The defoliated sad trees spring to life after verdant resurrection,
the glow of sunburst sky paints lively motif on merry meadow.
On rippling flow of zephyr the floral fragrance designs attraction 
for the butterflies to perform ballet in the spring time show.

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February 21, 2023
Contest : In Bloom
Sponsored by : Joseph May

Glowing Dawn After Blizzard

Ushering in the winter, auburn autumn is gone,
the feathers of snow dance with the arctic wind,
blowing piercingly across the blanched lawn
where bare trees stand defoliated and thinned.

A squall spurts from the horizon’s hazy domain,
and gathers momentum turning into a blizzard
that shears with icy lancets the desolate terrain,
where the chilling whistle of incisive wind is heard.

At the end of the storm-ravaged frozen night,
the scarlet sun rises to delight in the glowing dawn,
settled snow absorbs all sounds in blanket white
that reflects the dazzling radiance of silken chiffon. 

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January 18, 2023
Contest : 12 Lines Of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin

Serrated Shadow

Golden paint drips from diaphanous air,
beneath the opalescent autumn blue sky,
jade foliage enfolds full-bloomed flowers,
I fly my heart like a bird over the canopy.

The canopy of your allure so beguiling
takes me to the enticing height of ecstasy.
The nest we build in the cleft of boughs
glistens in love-laced moonshine night.

Night of strife surged as wrecking storm,
the nest is demolished to debris of despair.
You drift away to the sunny sky obscure,
leave me to languish in the spasm of winter. 

Winter frost slithers with the north wind
to desolateness of the defoliated boughs.
I feel my love freeze within the arctic heart
amid the serrated shadow of broken wings.

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Written : August 10, 2022
February 6, 2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL
Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsored : Mark Toney

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