Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Mortality
Emotion: Grief
Color: Blue
Season: Annual
Form: Tanka
Object: Lantern
Verb: Bound
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lantern in the wood
there’s grief the trees cannot bear
leaves bound for the ground
when again, Autumn draws near
and the sky turns misty blue
As death draws near, we'll have reason to reflect.
At God's judgment, will we stand tall, free of defect?
If we could, would it be just the aftereffect
of a life lived for self, with pride’s introspect?
What did God ordain with the word, resurrect?
change, redirection from the dead, in effect.
There comes to the soul, a day when we're subject -
to guilt as a sinner, immoral, suspect.
We can put the blame on evil’s misdirect
but our faults we must own in circumspect
bond with the God-head, we no longer reject.
We rise to glorious grace as God’s chosen elect.
Water Draws Near
The rush of a wave in the ocean, the babble of a creek, the stillness in a pond and warm wet cords of relief in the shower, water draws near. It’s the Living Water that took me here today, to tell you all I wish I could have said back then. To tell you how many of our moments I recall in the car, Kathryn with Catherine. Treasures made of Gold. As the water draws near rain frozen to snow thawed for in time of dew. It speaks to me in its muffling rushing way, in its silence in the still cool refreshment. Water draws near my face, I think of you it washes over me when I swim, engulfing the entirety of my skin. There I stand as the spray hits my face in the wind, I can hear you calling. Much is my same voice, two we were but single as one in the Living Water. As water draws near, I try to catch it in my hands but it pools and swirls, falling over the side’s dashes to the ground, me next in humble stance. I speak your name, you look back and wonderful water draws near I see you there floating on a cloud, water drawn around you, you smile and say my name back, I tilt my head back and there it is, the water draws near.
Ernestine Dianetti 2022
Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near,
with a breath, it twists my hands—and I know what it wants from me,
it has always envied what I love, despised what I adore with passion,
tonight it returns, her fingers lightly touch my lips,
tracing their outline like a lover, until she delves deep,
the blood flows, flesh scatters like shattered pearls on cold marble,
she has always loved me this way—broken, writhing, silently undone,
and today she wins again, steals my smile, leaves me drowning in pain,
this cycle will never end, each time I dare to smile,
she will return with a deeper hunger and crueler plans,
and she will revel in my ruin like a shadow that can't detach,
a dance of destruction, of love and hate mingling in the mirror.
A sailboat gently floats across a peaceful lake
and suddenly the world befriends me once again
Beyond all time the memory of our fishing trip
still lingers on my mind;
It lays softly upon the Huron lake,
like a plethora of Petoskey stones,
reminding me of the way the sun used to slant
softly, across your misty green eyes;
I sit here for endless hours seeking solace
and as evening draws near,
I see the stars begin to twinkle
like tiny diamonds sprinkled across the water;
Oh blessed moon of love and peace
take me to his resting place,
before I forget to remember
the caricature of his handsome, loving face.
** Mother Nature Draws the Dawn **
Already,
Dawn sets off
This longitude’s waking,
Displaying nearby trees
Into their scribbled silhouettes
In shades
Of gray with blasts of black masses —
Points gathered
Fronting the quick brightening over
Yesterday’s leaving darkness,
And bringing forth this day’s white-glazed,
Cloud-faced sky —
Appearing before my sleepy eyes
Without any distinguishable color, and
Simply seen as an unfoldng background —
A lightening
That shows even before the blendings —
With the coming gifts to sight
Of the perception of dimensions
And the aspects of perspective,
To be seen in the expanse beyond my window
In this dawning moment ~
As the world appears quite like
A flattened Earth,
Like a doodled scene
Of blotches and specs — in
Mother Nature’s ink line & wash
Landscape
Created on her personal, unbordered paper.
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(c) sally young eslinger 8/17/2023
(For Jim. Happy 40th)
Sir Jude never gave them a thought:
Not the kind of ideas he bought.
Well-wishers went down on their knees
"Please sir, play the draws - Double Please!"
Soon, the draws great miracle wrought;
On other palms dropped what Jude sought:
Millions that shan't take one to court;
Big cash for life of any sort
And since then Jude body heat fought
At home waiting: his empty pot:
Goes to toilets of The Caught Short
Who tells people "God is my fort!"
When God draws nigh, all nodes within form sigh
Magnetic heat peaks, opens our third eye
Soma nectar flows, our heart’s all aglow
Presence abides in tranquil stillness slow
Throbbing rapture takes us to a new high
Fears recede, as our ego cravings die
We dance to tunes of love, no longer shy
Between our eyebrows, bliss pulsations grow
When God draws nigh
Life lived thus far, seems to be a big lie
The false falls, when lower mind we decry
Head and heart meld, our compassion mellow
Benedictions graced, as God does endow
Vaporised soul begins to wingless fly
When God draws nigh
21-March-2022
Summer fading, Autumn draws near
Apace, a waft murmur hum so clear
Bold aroma of petrichor gather
Upon pulse lands color plants
Rains journey row by row
Nature sounds amid thinning amber leaves,
Neath calm of shadow deciduous trees
Tinder blaze of golden colors under
Unhurried, yet empowering wonder
early morn sunlight
beguiling nesting birds chirp~
pond languidly moves
9/6/2020
Writing Challenge - Nature, Four In One - Poetry Contest
1. A single Crystalline - 2 lines, 8/9 or 9/8 syllables
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4. A single haiku- nature (no humanity), 3 lines, 5/7/5 syllables
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Warm winds clear the land of snow:
when daffodils start to show.
And as cold spells ebb and wane,
Winter's Ice Queen ends Her reign.
Leaves unfurl on every tree;
ice breaks up, and creeks flow free.
With each dawn, the sun shines strong;
night shrinks, the day stretches long.
Winter is fleeing the scene:
soon it'll be time for sunscreen.
But that's a small price to pay;
to get the kids out to play.
Grey clouds on a field of blue,
water, snowdrops popping through.
And songbirds soar in the sky;
a sure sign that Spring draws nigh.
Our Solar System is over four billion years old
It'll probably last another 5000 million, we're told
Whew! Had me pooping
My drawers they're a-drooping
Glad I've only got a few more years till I fold
——to Bianbian's Raised by Blood
The blood in her fingertips
Was ticking into a clear rivus
The golden fish were swimming in the universe
The man who could understand it can't understand
The man who couldn't understand it can understand
On June 16th, 2017
J-udgment day draws near,
E-ven at the doors;
T-wenty-eight of May,
T-ribulation is getting worse.
B-e prepared, be on watch,
A-ll signs are clearly seen;
R-aging storms, earthquakes,
O-ffensive acts are a common scene.
L-ead a new way of life, darkness will disappear;
A-s time is flying fast, judgment day draws near.
S-alvation day is coming fast,
A-pril twenty-seventh dawn;
R-eturn to the Almighty,
I-n the true kingdom
Z-one.
D-ay of the world's end
I-s just around the corner;
N-ever lose your faith,
G-lorious gift comes from the Father.
L-et your hope stay alive,
A-llow your heart to cheer;
S-erve the Lord at all times,
A-s judgment day draws
N-ear.
She draws the stars
Late into the night
Standing in an open field
Soaking in their light
The beauty that they cast
Helps her pen to glide
When she's finished drawing
Is when she takes to flight
She draws the stars
Colors them by numbers
Throws away all diagrams
Prefers the use of different colors
Gives them all the oddest names
One after another
The furthest ones away
Names them after her ex-lovers
She draws the stars
Then gives her drawings away
To those she meets on the street
She feels needs a brighter day
She gives away the ones she loves
The rest she likes to save
Pastes them on her walls
In the galaxy she's made
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