The morning sun unveils a diaphanous gleam,
A silver lilt is carried on the breeze,
That dances lightly on the quiet stream,
As wind-songs wake the ancient trees.
The shadows fade across the shallow deep,
The tide pours softly in the still lagoon,
Where quiet waters in the hollow sleep,
And far beyond the reach of any moon.
The world awakes in hushed and gentle grace,
A silent wonder in a timeless place.
diaphanous wings
lilt above the blue lagoon
night trembles below
Contest : Beautiful Words Are Here
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date : August 20, 2026
Dormant desires of lingering effervescent longing
spread fiery spectrum of ardor in my fervent sky
through the diaphanous clouds of psychic shroud.
Spring-soaked brush of hued acuity paints passion
on my essence canvas, portraying the lattice of life.
The cascading cadence of surreal sonata of breeze,
drifts from the yonder plateau of pining yearning.
Its rhythmic whisper intones the lilt of melodic love,
rolling gently on the ripples of my heart’s lilac lagoon,
pulsating with endless ecstasy of enthralling tune.
Sun cuts darkness with his sharp lance,
Twilight covered in a diaphanous blanket is lifted.
Trees stand supine, breeze whispers through their leaves
Birds sing in chorus in rising and falling lilt
As sunbeams weave out a beautiful tapestry,
Shadows play hide and seek like little children.
Girdled by sand dunes, a lagoon sleeps
Under a turquoise sky, its teal blue waters,
Reflecting the sprawling azure blue canopy.
The world witnesses the marriage of blue and blue.
gossamer mists
dawn from nowhere
cross the lane,
sheer and diaphanous
they envelop the sunlight
in a web of mystery
the wind seeks to reveal
with soft puffs of breath
under the covers
day creeps to dusk
shadows stretch across the field,
drawing long dark veils
as threads, to strand the day's end.
They unravel their camouflage
to shield all the slumberers
trying to sleep
under the covers
.
yet each hern
song
each werd
twist hern did
for mine
inspection
'round
eve'z silhouette
cloak'n
my
.
ohhh i git it
it ticklez mine
cauze'n mine
rize
and you
with me
laugh
or iz that
at
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
.
daringly doting
dumbfoundedly depicted
disquisitive dress
*Disquisitive is an adjective that means inquisitive,
investigative, or fond of discussion or investigation.
;)
He comes in dreams as an eclipse,
to kiss my flushed cheeks and ruby lips.
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February 26, 2023
Poetry/Crystalline/Diaphanous Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1528-117-26
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A New Crystalline
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 03/12/2023
First Place
Beauty that is mirrored is that beauty?
Absent love leads phantom duty
My running pen speaks not so bright
In its ink hide ghosts by night
It’s intimate with willing paper
White bond drinks up all black vapor
The curves, the contours, strokes—I gape!
Appear in spectral words of shape
And whisper sounds from verse I fashion
But lacking substance, wraith-like passion
Attempts the work of a lover missing
Does not convince my lip she’s kissing.
Occasionally heaven shoots meteorites
Some of them fall on gutters and drains
Without knowing among those some are
More precious than diamond and gold
After misjudging it as a worthless piece
Once you threw a most diaphanous seed
On her beck a bird carried it to a distant land
Being germinated, well deep it sent its roots
Well spread are its branches and each shoot’s
Flower turns into from delicate to delicious fruits
Who is left, you or the seed, to repent or regret?
diaphanous dreams call me tonight,
summon all the Angels to guide me...
can we find the voices of children
crying in the night?
in far away lands
....and here at home
slow the rivers of tears
for just one night!
whisper in ears of many leaders-
are they listening?
we must try tonight!
summon all the Angels to guide me...
encourage the wisdom of all
living spirits to join us!
whisper in our ears!
we are listening!
send our peace to every corner
of every hate!
summon all the Angels to guide us!
fly with us in our dreams tonight!
hold our hearts in Your peace!
are you listening?
carry our peace to every corner
of every hurt!
on God's Wings we fly!
comfort our children!
we must try tonight!
must try tonight
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