a dusting of snow
transfixing eternity ~
the moment captured
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
dusting, snow, time, winter,
Form: Haiku
No hope.
Not even on birthdays or Christmas.
Opening presents, and smiling,
Exclaiming in joy, only to never speak of it again.
Then the next day is normal.
Just doing things that I am told are what we are meant to do in this life.
Like dusting around the house.
And breathing in the dust which is dry and rotting.
Just rotting, and rotting gracefully.
Categories:
dusting, angst, depression,
Form: Free verse
IN THE DUSTING OF SPRINGTIME AND SWEET SCENTED THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAY
In the dusting of the springtime
When fragrant roses are in bloom
Life just seems to be so sublime
Gone are those days of darken gloom
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
Wonder through mind as moonlight spills
Into mixture of hope and new day
Gone those cold, frosty winter chills
As life joins in, love therein speaks
Hope and light are shining so bright
I worry not how barndoor creaks
For my darling, gifts love tonight
Dawn will again give us pure joy
She my angel, I am her boy.
For MYSTIC ROSE CONTEST,
In The Dusting Of The Springtime Sweet Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest
Enter Contest
Sonnet poetry form only.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, June 18, 2023
Subject= Romance
Categories:
dusting, angel, blessing, creation, romance,
Form: Sonnet
In the dusting of the springtime,
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
ring melodiously like chimes
and again, preluding my way…
As I reminisce all sweet scents,
gentle breeze caresses my hair
like when the star jasmines, hyacinths,
gardenia and phlox filled the air.
When butterflies hovered with bees,
praising bright roses and tulips,
my honeybabe gave my first kiss-
great memories, so nice to keep.
Blooming gifts, birds…all spring love songs
With wistful thoughts, my heart belongs.
May 29, 2023 23:18pm
Categories:
dusting, spring,
Form: Sonnet
In the dusting of springtime,
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
come as star jasmine starts to climb
and in the breeze I see it sway.
I recall the scent of rose,
of lilac and the trumpet vine -
their fragrance wafting to my nose -
becoming soon a scent divine
attracting bees and butterflies
to my mom’s lovely garden spot.
Pappi fluff drifted to the skies,
scattering seeds, which were a lot!
The fruit this fluffy dust would bring
were dandelions of our spring.
Categories:
dusting, memory,
Form: Sonnet
Drawing near to the end of May
(The month devoted to Mary)
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
Immerse me in books! I tarry...
From the Spring-cleaning I should do
And progressing with my job search
Just so many books to read through!
And I love spending time at church
I made apple-cinnamon cake
With a dusting of cinnamon
Is avoiding chores a mistake?
Forgoing house-dusting, a sin?
Simple pleasures can't be a crime
In the dusting of the Springtime! :)
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True story -- this is my life right now haha
"In The Dusting Of The Springtime Sweet
Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest"
(Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, June 18, 2023)
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
dusting, books, food, may, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
Spring Dusting
Though many years have flown with time
Since we met that lovely Spring day
In the dusting of the Springtime
Come scented thoughts of yesterday.
Doing the annual Spring clean
I recall floret adorned trees
Alike watching a silver screen
I glimpse blossom dance o’er the breeze.
Infusing air with sweet perfume
Enhancing the start of romance
That day was made for love to bloom
Our magic began at first glance.
My heart soars as high as the moon
Whilst I am dusting room by room.
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24th May 2023
In The Dusting Of The Springtime
Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
dusting, love, soulmate, spring,
Form: Sonnet
I pulled the cold and old electric Glarry piano
out the closet and make happy music again;
this one was the sensational joy of Claudio,
he played it until he was tired and laid down!
The first thing he'd do is to attune to his feeling,
he'd sit down and play the Fifth of Bethoven;
nothing ever bothered him, he kept on going:
perfection wasn't something hard to attain!
Dusting off these piano keys with a dampened rag,
I treat it gently, leaving no visible smears but shine;
oh, an attempt to play it incites temptation to brag!
Would nostalgia be emotional and utterly sublime?
This piano was wrapped for twenty years in a white sheet,
ignored and forgotten by me to deny my sorrow until now;
my music was heard two blocks away, it delighted Juliet:
she gladly came around, applauded and cried somehow!
Dusting off these piano keys once flicked by fingers that loved life,
this idle mind will create new melodies to whisk away all boredom;
I have endured enough desolation, don't I desperately need freedom
to break away from a long winter with days without warm sunshine?
Categories:
dusting, confidence, dedication, emotions, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
An Edvard Munch reproduction hangs demurely,
yet with a blushing come-hither
disclosing/unclothing.
A Van Gogh print
hovers near her like a sad and troubled lodger.
I sense his self-inflicted wound itching
under the bandages.
Flick goes the duster,
for a moment the diaphanous drape
covering Munch’s semi-naked girl flies away.
In his self-portrait, for an instant
Van Gogh’s lost ear returns.
I am putting the world to rights,
or maybe just my world.
Not correcting, just moving the artwork along
to where it was going, or should have not gone to
before it was set forever inside a jailhouse frame.
Categories:
dusting, poetry,
Form: Free verse
This morning’s snowfall dusting
Was a school-day-off surprise
And so exciting watching through
My grandkids’ eager eyes.
So shortly after breakfast
When I went to feed the birds,
“I’m coming with you, Nana,”
Were not unexpected words.
There were snowballs, mini-snowmen
And new paths tramped in the white,
A half an hour's frolic
To my granddaughter’s delight.
My grandson’s choice was waiting
To go out mid-afternoon.
Alas, he should have joined us
At a time more opportune.
For the temps went up and naturally,
It’s melted all away.
I’m glad, at least, one grandchild
Had the chance for snowy play.
Categories:
dusting, granddaughter, grandson, snow,
Form: Rhyme
As the dust of hope abates.
I see what I trust, as I am hit with a spate.
Tricks of despair, they inspire.
Me to resist what they conspire.
Categories:
dusting, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
Rays of morning sun whisper through
The window’s pane, stressing the gentle
Flecks of life’s dancing dust, fragments
Of soothing breathes, moving hopefully
Through the light’s loving touch, sighing
With compassion, kindness, rustling
Softly, beckoning for music to paint
The sincerity of joy discovered within
One who knows the secret silence
Drifting cheerfully through the air
Creating a scene of whimsical inspiration
That soothes hearts by lifting up
Souls in praise to One who waves
Jubilantly through the caress of sunlight
Filling the dawn with miracles of insight
Sighing with kindness that mourns
The disregard for sprinkles of death
Sharing their melancholy fate with us
Who long to know such grace flowing
Through our spirits in colors of splendor
Which arise from the flames of one who
Waits out the beams and stokes the fire
Of intimacy with Him who knows life
Is built on these playful pieces of earth
Scattering rumors of prayers and love
Through the heart who awakens faith
In the Son who created this fluid grace
Ambedo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
October 27, 2020
Categories:
dusting, emotions, encouraging, farm, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Did Find Myself Dusting Floor
would do more and more
did find myself dusting floor
seem to be so sore
Jim Horn
twice a week ordeal
never had been a big deal
now with much appeal
Just finished reading,
"No Ordinary Time,"
by Goodwin who is
a noted historian.
Also finished reading
Leadership by her.
Categories:
dusting, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public.
At first it was traumatic
As it came out bellowing like a banshee
And the aromatic bouquet wasn't flowering it
Was a catastrophe.
Rotten egg smell is atomic!
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public
There was every one staring at me as if I had
Committed murder in the first degree
Over something that is erratic
And the body does automatic
I sat down on the closet bench I laughed
Until the tears rolled down my face as I was
Catching my breath my grandson wondered
If I was alright. I said I don't think my heart has
Felt this free. It is time to finish my shopping
Before they decide to charge me with dispersing
Atomic energy.
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public.
Categories:
dusting, adventure, betrayal, confusion, education,
Form: Roundel
The pastor whispers ashes to ashes- dust to dust
like a pilot says, there'll be a little turbulence in the bus
but in the throng there's ripples of panic and madness
people spitting up grit with every quivering breath.
Now its a game to see who can hold it together
while beating back the momentum of death...
as the plane rocks back and forth
as the pastor stumbles over the word,
everyone's dusting off a soothing prayer
while looking down into the throat of the earth.
Categories:
dusting, life,
Form: Free verse
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