Like the North Wind,
Sent by Boreas
to lay driven snow, pure
and white, an ivory
whirlwind blows
through my living room.
The rodent, pink as
embarrassment, flies
with the speed of a
crossbow bolt loosed at
full tension. It’s woolen
body, firm but pliable.
The ashen animals
bear claws sharp as
thorns, attacking with the
ferocity of a defensive
rose garden. They strive
for the kill, dilated pupils
take on the shape of
fully waxed moons, the color
of pitch; an eclipse of
bloodlust. Eagerly, but
methodically the blanched
aggressors approach the
rosy mouse and with
muscles tensed, as taut as
moorings, they leap.
Their lithe, slim, dextrous
bodies fly through the
air. In a blizzard of ferocity
the rodent is struck down
and the ivory whirlwind
abates back into a pile
of freshly driven snow.
1/12/23 for “Metrical Tale”
Sponsored by Hilo Poet
Categories:
dextrous, analogy, animal, cat, winter,
Form: Metrical Tale
with the touch
of God
this fountain
of mercy
a thing of great beauty
portraits in stone
in relief & in
round reality
marvels in marbled
layered planes
of dextrous
turbulence
expressive ecstasy
of emotional empathy
made tactile
insights in allegory
embodied & engineered
imagination
into
monumental
magnificence
Categories:
dextrous, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Sussanah
great grandma times three
a pillow puffed up on her knee
with
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair
daily
shaped their homespun ware
such
humble women
cottage-tied
a dextrous art did reside
fashioned
stitch by stitch,
pillowed lace in patterns rich
tinkling bobbins
bewildering skill
inch by inch grew
the intricate frill
twisting threads
in pairs &groups
knitted together
by interlocking loops
an established craft
of world renown
grew around this county town
plain or decorative
old point lace,a lost
rural industry
there's no longer a trace.
Year Posted 2007
Categories:
dextrous, family, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Sussanah,my great grandma,times three,a pillow puffed up on her knee;with
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair,daily shaped their homespun ware.In such
humble women,cottage-tied,a rare and dextrous art did reside.Fashioned
out,stitch by stitch,pillowed lace in patterns rich.Tinkling bobbins with bewildering
skill,inch by inch grew the intricate frill.Twisting threads in pairs and
groups,knitted together with interlocking loops.An established craft of world
renown grew around this county town.Plain or decorative old point lace,a lost
rural industry of which there's no longer a trace.
Categories:
dextrous, family,
Form: Narrative
This is a hymn for a him,
Close your eyes, imagine,
Soft, dextrous hands in motion,
Soothing aching muscles with lotion,
Smoothing with unguents,
Rubbing with emollients,
R......E......L......A.....X......I......N......G.....
You'll wake up smiling,
I'll ease away your frowning,
Compliant massage dreaming,
Healing hands for him,
Close your eyes, imagine............
Categories:
dextrous, fantasy, imagination, woman,
Form: Free verse
Lovely butterflies! For contest
To while time in leisure
Painted portrait, Nature
Her strokes so dextrous
Chose colours so lustrous
Hills, rivers, mountains
Trees, flowers, fountains
All in place, yet she felt
Liveliness was absent
Added She the butterflies!
Gifted, Regalia resplendent,
texture velvet, iridescent
Diverse patterns, designs
Buzz and life commence...
Flowers feel admired...
So,brightly groomed,
Compete among them,
to play the host n' serve nectar
In exchange, vow to help,
These butterflies beautiful
Carry the flora further,
By diligent pollen transfer!
Symbiotic , helpful, full of cheer!
Picturesque picture perfect!!
This relationship finds place
In books, paintings, poems
Nature's art gallery shining
With several such paintings
Butterflies now Her favourite
These are now Her,
Marvellous muse,
Melodious music and
Mystique magical wonder!
Contest title: Butterflies among Us
Sponsored by: A SKAT
date of writing: 13th August 2015
Name: Anulaxmi Nayak
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
Categories:
dextrous, angel, animal, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Poetry in motion
is prose
encapsulated in
warring thoughts,
notions conceived
in time oscillated
flows,
harmonically
shifting mental
tides to whence
the Tasmanian
wind never blows,
where meditating
and trancing
souls,fairly prowls,
like watching the
future in an
ancient show,
I swear the
present is
abstract,just
never raw,
My intuition?All
deja vu's ,makin'
twelve other
planets ma other
home,
sighted a UFO in
the polar zone,
thought he was
ma other clone,
till I realise I was
on monologue
driftin' with
extraterrestrials
longer gone',
so fate played
foul,the legend
became of a
kingdom lost,
an heir to the
golden native's
Hercynian throne,
trascended in
rhyme,lost in
dextrous wit'
upon a thousand
scrolls,
so it became a
legacy,much like
Troll,
that
pathos,evaded
the script and
drama faded as
the Curtain Falls,
and ma mind lost
touch with
protocol,
started
developing a
labyrinth of finer
scopes that it
derailed the train
of my fibre
thoughts...
Now am
here,waiting for
diviner calls,
wishing on
asteroids to
fall,making
summer snow...
Categories:
dextrous, imagination,
Form: ABC
With a weary, saddened smile and a twinkle in the eye, all dressed inside a tattered
ill-fitting worldly suit,
Crumpled baggy trousers hanging loosely, draped down on his worn out boots, his toes
are peeping through,
He walks just like a penguin, while he twirls his thinning cane around in dextrous
artistic circles, but never striking out,
A bowler hat sit's cocked upon his head, his moustache moves with a nervous twitch
as though he's on the run,
No words upon his lips for his life is only silent, seeing only black and white, his window
the golden screen,
He always finds the bully, the biggest and the bad, but the little tramp is full of goodness,
and wins by using intellect and a sense of doing right,
The road a place he calls his home, never staying, always moving on, tomorrow's just
the same old day,
And as he passes through our lives, he leaves us feeling better, we've laughed and cried,
and realised that some lives are not much better.
Categories:
dextrous, moving on,
Form: Blank verse
the piano
grand dextrous strokes in ivory keys
of harmonius vibrations
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Categories:
dextrous, music
Form: Crystalline
The hands that wove this hammock
In a tropical land of colors
Where bright reds, greens, purples, and
Aquamarines, splashed everywhere on its
Birds, flowers and waters there;
Dextrous and practical, the hands
That wove this hammock, never manicured
Perhaps lovingly they grazed over their
Swaddled babies--they surely pulsed
With life and love, like mine.
They navigated the rippling patterns
Of threads and bound us
Embracing my baby and me
Strangers up in the land of snow and mountain
Where we ponder in peace in sway,
The hands that wove this hammock.
Categories:
dextrous, nature
Form: I do not know?
Sussanah,my great grandma,times three,a pillow puffed up on her knee;with
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair,daily shaped their homespun ware.In such
humble women,cottage-tied,a rare and dextrous art did reside.Fashioned
out,stitch by stitch,pillowed lace in patterns rich.Tinkling bobbins with bewildering
skill,inch by inch grew the intricate frill.Twisting threads in pairs and
groups,knitted together with interlocking loops.An established craft of world
renown grew around this county town.Plain or decorative old point lace,a lost
rural industry of which there's no longer a trace.
Categories:
dextrous, family, history, life, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry