Deep restless thoughts that eddied in midnight disclosure,
My old mind shivered in traumatic tribulations.
No treats for dissolute persons to seal composure.
My mind filled with moths and other abominations.
I dreaded the spooky strength of my demon nightmare,
Defying all useless urges of vigilant trance,
Perpetual murmur of unceasing burbled fare,
Moonlit wintry rays indulge in a macabre dance.
Relinquish all dreams that cloud my old illicit thoughts,
Grab sturdy roots, get out of that pit, aim at my goal,
Can't let my senses get dulled but avoid useless rots,
Saunter steadily in love which is life for my soul
Categories:
eddied, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Liquified Dream
As a splattering of genius juices streamed and eddied within my
cranium, opening covert courses of enlightenment, splurging
thoughts and gushing ideas, wherein, creativity was some
resonating flood of information gurgling afterthought
culminating in an outburst of energetic sensation
drenched with a peace of mind and soaked in
a sense of fulfillment surging channels of
knowledge to utter overflowing, deluge
implementing conscious awareness
immersed in reconsideration and
saturated in highlights that are
steeped into erudition with a
dynamic focus like spilled
acquiring that projects
the sensory cells in
a whirlpool simply
slipping into my
imagination.
2020 June 04
*3rd Place*
Splash Poetry
~~Kai Michael Neumann: Judged 2020 June 07
*3rd Place*
BRIAN'S SELECT 4,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 June 05
Categories:
eddied, analogy, imagination, wind,
Form: Free verse
Grand dreams that weep from vaults amidst the rain
Rouge billowed cheeks bleed soft from twilight's hem
Each star bounds heaven's breast, one glistened gem
All birthed from realms thus spawned to dwindle pain
To reach those depths where fancies bloom and grow
Ebbed tides sweep back from shores of eddied cares
Should whimsy breed bold thoughts found unawares
Cleft 'tween the real and those things we can't know
Are what 'midst trance and nightmares we thus wind
Perhaps, through strife and heartaches we might find
Each great escape waits deep ... with heart and mind.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "STRAND Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
* For John Hamilton, who was the motive and inspiration for this poem - our greatest escape always awaits us ... INSIDE. (Sorry for the mess-up). *
Categories:
eddied, analogy, dream, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Acrostic
Metaphors and similes exude when scripting poetic verse.
Across pale parchment, the poet's pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses like life blood, rushing through his eddied veins
as he ignores cramped fingers while writing echoing refrains.
Each stanza arranged by sequence in the creation of a story.
Sometimes his mysterious muse dances wildly with allegory.
He reins her in when he is focused but totally oblivious of time.
With vivid imagination, he sits penning in consummate rhyme.
Thoughts drift like flurries of snowflakes; his passion ignites
as each completed verse lifts his wizardry to greater heights.
In epic form he wanders within a level of verbose amplitude,
composing lyrical sonnets when creating a romantic interlude.
He indites with skill and talent of an accomplished musician,
striving to compose a magnum opus, a worthy composition.
If by chance his poetry is interpreted with eyes of admiration
he'll credit his gypsy muse for offering amorous inspiration.
Categories:
eddied, poets,
Form: Rhyme
reflective pool
calm, still, dark, enchanting...
Eve's youth eddied
Categories:
eddied, introspection,
Form: Senryu