Alabaster streaks of warmth
in its dewy first glow,
tepidly stirring the senses, as
my gaze roams to the
trickle of ebony beads;
in the distance,
chimes of granular dustings,
with fragrances rich in
mahogany earthen grounds,
shaking the last of the
quondam night’s moon specks,
as life’s poignant rays
seep deep into my sights,
coaxing myself out of
hibernation,
longing for the first sip
of sunshine,
basking in the early beams of
balmy dawns and
sepia sunsets,
blessed to
start and end the
sands of time with you—
upon my soul’s sanctuary,
my lucid dream ablaze.
"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste"
Categories:
dustings, heaven,
Form: Free verse
When winter sleeps…
….earth’s colors drain, like falling rain
again and again
its steady strum, a hypnotic song
a quiet lull, a settling balm.
When winter sleeps…
…the weighty clouds, like blankets cover
they hover…over the colorless landscape
nameless shapes, in washed out dreams
all creatures pause to rest…it seems.
When winter sleeps…
….fairy tale dustings of snow
fall freely over groves of trees
where tiny sparrows huddle with relief
nestling, wing on wing, for warmth and ease.
When winter sleeps…
…snow locks the earth in shackles
and captures the burrowing bear
to submit to the rhythm of the season…
…when winters sleeps.
Categories:
dustings, winter,
Form: Free verse
Deluged with the nostalgic era of you,
Your lush verdant scent lining
Wistful sentiments upon idle reflections
Scattered in fragments and fine dustings, as
I acquaint myself with futile intricacies—
Devoted to your unwritten absence,
Wandering in a haze of misty wastelands,
While you eternalize your presence in our
Heart of hearts and in the
Cavernous corners of our souls, with the
Delicate air of you—spilling your love—
Memorializing the tidings you’ve nurtured,
Within our once piteous existence,
Endlessly rising in honor of you.
Categories:
dustings, death, grandparents, life, love,
Form: Free verse
I, too, dislike poems.
I’ve tried runes (and rampikes)
but that’s affected
rather than merely effete.
So I call them
figments.
When people query
What do you write?
at a barbecue or birthday party
I say soliloquies,
fractals,
fragments.
Self-similarities,
singularities,
sculptures (scriptures), geometric shapes and series,
three dimensional triangles, spheres
and differential equations,
fractured fairy tales,
Rocky and Bullwinkle,
rectal impactions.
On the other hand,
bits, bots, bytes
remnants, scrap, earth
gobs of phlegm in grains of sand,
shards of glass in a slice of hell,
hunks and clumps, curds and whey, sleet and pain, slap in the face
sub-atomic particles, cell organelles,
chunks of energy, cookie crumbs,
rusty trucks stuck in mud, dustings for ghosts,
just plain dumb luck, rocks, concrete, but not tweets.
Categories:
dustings, birthday, earth, pain, people,
Form: Free verse
Something is missing from our winter days
which seem irregular from former years.
This is mysterious in many ways-
although convenient, winter has changed gears!
Here in our Hudson Valley, New York State,
scant dustings of light snow we've seen to date!
No ice on ponds where country folk could skate!
The temps each day are warmer than before-
buds waking up! Such fair clime can't ignore!
A milder winter- should we ask for more?
But wait! Our March is gearing up her phase!
Will she make up for what's kept in arrears?
Should we stand by for blizzards at her gate?
Let's see what fickle March will have in store!
February 23, 2023
Premiere Contest: Fragmented Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Checked With RZ and HMS
Categories:
dustings, nature, surreal, weather, winter,
Form: Rhyme
~
Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty
Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing
Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings
Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts
White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape
January reigns brutal, subzero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…
~
Written from memory…no winter here. : )
Categories:
dustings, good night,
Form: Free verse
I am winter
I can hear the birds singing,
calling for the sun to rise
from dark branches scraping an alabaster sky
Full of life they sound,
perched high above a frosted lawn,
clinging to sticks, crooked and bare,
formed of countless years trying
and mistletoe nightmares
Frigid sonatas echo
through a stoic countryside,
white dustings coat sparse thicket
woven in below freezing motions
Footprint remnants, slight indentations
wander finding nowhere a reality
along disguised pathways
Melodies bridge the breeze across
a lonely corn field of empty rows
and a garden of sleeping blooms
Life waiting to be reborn,
to paint the landscape with color,
bringing happiness to the birds,
chirping on the cusp of new,
the edge of beauty,
as eastern horizons wake
Grey skies still cling to the heavens
I listen, quietly to this music
as if their harmonies will lift
the chilly loneliness from my heart
Chambered worries of what will come,
frozen rivers in icicle vistas
Counting sunsets until spring arrives,
when I whisper a sad good bye,
but I will return…
I am winter
Categories:
dustings, winter,
Form: Free verse
Rich dark blanket of night,
Silken wrapper, inducer of sleep,
You sooth the glare of harsh daylight strivings.
Half of the world sinks into rest.
Beyond the soft, tenebrous cloak: infinite brightness.
Into the dense fabric a droll designer deftly fashions
Small snips, eyelets, delicate cuttings,
Wheeling patterns – the geometry of whimsy.
Sprinklings of brilliance,
Sparkling clarity beyond imagining,
Dustings of ancient, newborn glitter,
Stars give a benediction to sleep.
Categories:
dustings, night, sleep, stars,
Form: Blank verse
Avalanche
Avalanched blizzards' cold dustings
envelope:
forests, gulleys, hillsides--
intentionally juxtaposing life...
making necrose obstacles
painstakingly quiver,
releasing Snow!
Tons!
Ubiquitous vagabond-wielding
Xenophobics'... Yielding Zone!
©deborah burch
3/27/2012
Categories:
dustings, adventure, natural disasters, nature,
Form: ABC
We have an agreement myself and I,
Today is the day I'm not going to cry,
A good day ahead is all I can hope,
I promise myself I won't sit round and mope.
We have an agreement myself and I,
I will busy myself just to make the time fly.
I'll wash and I'll iron The dustings done too,
I'll busy myself the whole day through.
We have an agreement myself and I,
I'm stronger than this, I can smile if I try.
I'll walk through the town, act like all is quite well,
I'm crippled inside though I hope they can't tell.
We have an agreement myself and I,
The sun shines above from a cotton ball sky.
I'v been given the courage, I need to move on,
Today is the day I stop playing his song.
Categories:
dustings, day, day,
Form: Rhyme