ISOLATED ENCHANTMENT-:-
simply
expressed
pleasure
variously
voiced
speak with GENTLER ACCENTS
reveal
structured
attractive
varied
variety
of RELATIVE RARITY
suggesting
debated
identity
colouring
character
Ply your trade
your name's not made
And be sure not to take
your craft for granted
Seeds firmly planted
~ bring forth enchantment
Child of nature exudes harmony.
At peace with creatures large and small.
Pure heart and genuine enchantment.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sweet orange slices and cinnamon
complete the palate of warm winter.
Treat yourself anytime you’re able,
deplete icicles let them splinter.
Dripping slovenly off of your lips,
skipping polish they bring enjoyment.
Whipping each sense into a frenzy,
dipping flavor in cool enchantment.
One night long ago
In the Enchantments wilderness
My partner and I
Way up out of the way
On the Lost World Plateau
Camped under the stars
Between two granite boulders
On a bit of sandy ground
We lit a fire for comfort and mood
And the more practical need to cook our food
And as we lay cocooned at the edge of sleep
A micro-burst of wind came through
And turned the fire’s embers
Into a little tornado of flaming sparks
Spinning out of control before our eyes
In the morning
We woke to a fresh clear dawn
All trace of the fire, wood, ash and stain
Completely removed as if it had never been
And in that Enchanted moment
I had my first true glimpse of Nirvana.
(12/4/25)
Come, ancient angel, come hither to me;
Moon that’s at sunset, rise out of the sea;
All that’s enchanted, in harmony be;
Serenade softly, my love is for thee.
Her Impression imprints and invites
Delightfully smiles
Seductively replies
Her reflection reflects that night
Aspiration desires to be right
Whether the notion seems a bit bright
Souls reunite and excite
Sprinkle the sparkles and penlight
Strangers strike
And rewrite what’s inside
Devotion defines
Inclination inclines
When coherence collides
And faith decides
Emotions swiftly guide
Her Impression imprints and invites
Wondrously Wonders
Mystically twists
Gloomy shadow fades away
And her brightness circulates and portray
Thoughts replay
Imagines convey
Her Impression imprints and invites
She survives and is alive
Thrust of hope will describe
Beauty designs
Emotion divines
Her Impression imprints and invites.
Because Timmy no longer pretends
that his spells end the way he intends,
missing teeth and bug eyes
tend to be no surprise
when he magicalizes his friends...
Were every breath an incantation,
Every word a prophecy,
Would I fear more this consternation,
Not writing for anxiety?
Were every word a portent, telling,
Every sentence writ, a spell,
Would my mind ever stop this yelling?
Could I my consternation quell?
Such large words to write and scrabble,
Though loquacious I am not.
Cease you, brain! this psychobabble,
My brain thinks an awful lot.
Would I fear to speak a sentence,
Would I fear to write a page
Were every word scrawled so portentous,
Trapping me in my own cage?
Is the poet bound by scripture,
Living by the fate he writes?
No! I’ll open up a fissure,
Jump the gap! I have to fight!
I am not the fates’ keeper,
But I choose for my own heart
That o’er these gaps I’ll be a leaper,
And on life’s stage I’ll play my part.
Were every breath an incantation,
Magic within every word,
Would I fear the divination
When I, my written words, had heard?
Were every word so filled with might
That with each word my power grew,
Would I, then, still fear to write
Lest every single word come true?
When dawn drifts into charmed meadows
enchantment fades with the shadows,
drinking perfume from the night's air,
stirring fragrance that lingers there.
Faintest mist sprinkles wild grasses,
when dawn drifts into charmed meadows.
Sewn jewels on satin sashes
of Sylphs dancing with Tylwyth Teg.
Fae play elaborate charades
before meadow enchantment fades.
When dawn drifts into charmed meadows,
Brownies comfort mourning Banshees.
Asrai frolic with the Selkies
as darkness fades into bleached sun.
Magic leaves as it had begun
when dawn drifts into charmed meadows.
5
Dawn drifts softly into sleepy eyes
a serenade of light from the skies
Awaking at last and sensing fun
is meadow, as flowers lift their heads
It must be time to welcome the sun
celebrating, they dance in their beds
Grass begins to weave in gentle breeze
skirts for all flower stalks that are bare
loudly yawning are the lazy trees
to let the meadow know they are there
Here come unicorns with the princess
who wears a dress of marbled green lawn
though but a frog, we don't love her less
Faeries dance for her just before dawn
We are dwellers in a magical land
Though often enchantment just doesn't show
but the unknown we can clasp in our hand
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadow
5
Spring Enchantment (a love poem)
As wisps of clouds creeped
overhead before a storm moving quickly east,
the moon lay down his vanilla beams
to dispel the darkness hiding our bared feet —
set side by side — romantically
touching for warmth, for love, for eternity,
hopefully, to envelop us, like the coming rain
in our lives’ thundering, combined heartbeats
…joined into those duets passion will release
all about from the great springs of yearning.
(c) s.y. Eslinger 3/2024
Thanks be to God——
Utterly joyful when daffodils bloom
Winter is banished we live in the light
Spring melody creates wonderful tune
Landscape perfection is beautiful sight.
Swathes of yellow burst from cold winter ground
Floral Renaissance it's springtime fever
Fecundity gathering all around
Nature's become a magical weaver.
Busy weaver of spells on winter earth
Starting with daffodils, profound delight
Captivating moment nature gives birth
Triumphant vista makes our smiles ignite.
Daffodil magic has enthralled springtime
Mesmerised entirely vision sublime.
Embracing Spring after winter season
Dour skies for months with chilling cold weather
Summer dreams where roses are Elysian
Highland hills swept with grandeur of heather.
Poppies and wildflowers grow abundant
Landscape well crafted in burgeoning green
Winter is now completely redundant
Flawless moment with clear sky opaline.
Wonderful optics total perfection
Living every moment quite joyfully
All so beautiful no imperfection
Ephemeral comfort no apathy.
Enchanted springtime spreads luminous wings
On gentle breeze, Mother Nature does sing.
Enchantment
Love is not the opposite of hate
that fiery passion
which turns against our heart
like a python through the blood
constricting life
love is what we yearn for
to create delicious selves
the flavouring in our lives
it is a thief that creeps upon us
or steals us from the start
of all the humours
love believes itself supreme
the drug we cannot do without
we are joyful in its midst
or a victim of its curse.
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