After the fog cleared, I could see.
In roughly a few steps from me
Exclusive land that reaches the sea
Praise God who made it utterly!
A long, densely planted tree spree
The mood must be darker, mostly.
it's a puzzle on cool prairie
Praise God who made it utterly!
Mystery in the cold, moist air.
The houses waited for the snare.
The ocean was lost in his angry.
Praise God who made it utterly!
Old man sits under a pine tree.
Tulip tree near shadow's alley.
His beard nudges with the calm sea.
Praise God who made it utterly!
Cross-section of a staunch landscape.
Veins like the wind's traces undrape.
As seen from drumlin topped species;
Praise God who made it utterly!
River has kids whirling on ice.
Over drift pile green water-scarves.
one where hungry ravens can glee
Praise God who made it utterly!
Being landscape, shedding snow-light.
After a snowfall, keep the peace.
after a snowfall, keep the Ecstasy
Praise God who made it utterly!
Syllables count: HMS.COM
Written: September 15, 2021
''L'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
drumlin, analogy, appreciation, beauty, butterfly,
Form: Kyrielle
A young shepherd living near the hill,
taking his flocks everyday to drumlin.
He wonders deeply while sitting upon the rocks,
looking at afar house while feeding his flocks.
The shepherd's desire is fantasy of afar home,
that has golden windows behind hedge of anemone.
He wonders if the windows of the house are gold
how other appurtenance of the house are mould?
He starts his journey to there, finally after some time,
going along the way across the hill while biting a loaf of naan.
When arrives, he finds the house in fully collapsed condition.
There are no golden windows but a poor crumbled house.
He looks to his own house down the drumlin
surprised by the heavenliness of his own dwelling
The sun was casting back on his house's stained windows
just like the sparkling on the gold as the sun downs
Categories:
drumlin, adventure, allusion, desire, home,
Form: Narrative