after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh
Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality,
seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth,
fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery.
But cold lurks there beneath shafts of sunlight, phallic trees...
He wears the night underneath, a fabric of dark and unease,
his hand heavy upon her arm, silver-tongued charm
smooth as the silver-limbed leafless trees,
disappearing now on a twisting breeze...
Sinuous stems suffocate, writhing and thrashing;
convulsions of shuddering green and yellow.
Enticed ever deeper into flailing flowers,
evanescing into foam of frothing flora...
Did she ever truly exist? It's doubtful.
The flower-frail faceless and nameless
will always be lured and laid, invisible,
dissolving, under bare, phallic trees.
Categories:
evanescing, abuse, dark,
Form: Ekphrasis
I brave the winds to await summer
And yearn for days when love duly appears,
Long enough till daylight erupts
Into a sizzle of wistful rendezvous-- While along the pier, a cruiseship far Moves toward me , my warm delight.
Preparing foil of blossoms fresh,
My hand trembles as the sail nears That my flesh moistens from the wait,
as passengers alight from the door:
Still, your silhouette becomes a haze,
evanescing into air...
where could he be?
And this heart begins to fade
in crushed pinpoint of night...
a fleeting trance
Just like so? God how I hurt:
Now my screams slip into oblivion, a
moment erased
By a vanished dream thinning
as summer weeps.
Categories:
evanescing, feelings, goodbye, love,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
A girl named Sky,
always hoped to fly high.
Her aura was as white as the clouds
and her light could brighten the darkest of clouds.
You could always see her spark,
even in the dark,
The color of her eyes was as deep blue as the Pacific ocean;
her skin, aureus
and her mind, elysian.
The blush on her cheeks
and the way her eyes speak,
nothing was imperfect about her.
The dawn began to encapsulate
as she slowly began to achromatize
When the cerulean dawn approached,
her glazing heart began to dwindle;
evanescing somewhere in the mountains.
Gradually the golden light ceased and became stygian,
but you could still see her rhinestone bracelet shining from somewhere in the middle of the dark,
remarking on her presence of still being there,
but somewhere far away with an everlasting spark.
Categories:
evanescing, poetry, sky,
Form: Free verse
On arrogate life, should one stare so?
Under such gaze, Thanatos peeps thru!
Rained-out vigor streaks pastel of pallor…
Death beckons as the lime does bleed
evanescing color, bleaching to a white
spreading over oak as if Spanish moss
treading, lichen-like, over a tree spent
its tendrils holding in a choking surety
neath a receding eye so dark and worn
yonder-bound already on soul’s destiny…
6/9/22
Categories:
evanescing, life,
Form: Ode
We do not know
When we say goodbye
Because tomorrow
Only belongs to God in the sky
We do not know
About the last glance
About the last song
Even if we are young and strong
About the last dance
About the deadly arrow
Where it is pointed
We simply don’t know
Even though we are loved and anointed
The last day comes like a flash
The last breath like a dash
Evanescing before our eyes
To bring pain and sadness
Life is a phenomenal mess
God hears our cries
The cries of our brothers and sisters
God hears our prayers
God sees our heartbreaking tears
God sees how we damp and douse the pews
When we walk away
We do not know
When we’ll pass away
We do not know
About tomorrow
We do not know
About the very last day
We do not know
When we say goodbye
If another hello
Will take place under this sky
We simply don’t know
About tomorrow.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all of us.
We will miss our beloved sister Tania Marissa Joseph Maranhão.
Copyright © April 27, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
evanescing, death, eulogy, goodbye, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
Saw it floating translucent on sea swells ~
extraneous sight in a sedulous life
and yet, implicit hints forever dwelled…
Rising inadvertently, the wavy strife ~
Of what current is this tale’s exposition?
Such draconian love flowed from mother ~
Every facet a fraught inquisition!
Swift, her passions swept further a father…
Entered:- swifter waters would swoop away
at speeds where nutrients were inadequate
Racing till pink efflorescence was gray...
O’er oceans frothing of worth diddly-squat
So she goes drifting in the liquid sweep
Evanescing doppelganger of love’s weep/reap ~
(9/12/21 - '91 Carver 638 DMS)
Categories:
evanescing, art,
Form: Sonnet
Though hued October canopies the earth
I picture you in shadows without mirth
A forlorn gaze nestling on the threadbare wind
While my eyes reflect time which can’t appease
This burst of anguish on one ghastly day.
Beyond pathways, our fervor's demise ends
When lucent nights once imbued harmony:
Yet I roam with you before morn unfolds
Leaving me nameless in kohl of despair.
For Brian Strand: Completely Your Choice (4) Contest
9/8/2020
Categories:
evanescing, break up,
Form: Dramatic Verse
I am an echo of time
A fleeting moment about to end
Where lost horizons mime
And fading dreams defend
Like a decaying dust
A massless mold with endeavor
Like a restless rust
A nuance within the never
I fall into existence
Behold my name
I am the path of least resistance
Searching for where I came
Let me jump into the abyss
Soon you will forget who I am
Will you truly miss?
That I was a hologram!
________________________________
July.15.2020
Last poetry contest...
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
evanescing, fate, irony, time,
Form: Rhyme
In the cleavage of the reclined verdant bough,
ornate with the fine filigree of emerald foliage,
a lattice braided with the love-laced reeds
with finesse of desire motif of nest I weaved.
On the wings of winter afloat on northern wind
wilted leaves of belonging wafted away rustling,
my frosted nest clung to the skeleton of tree,
I counted in heartbeat footsteps of twilight hour.
Flair of yearning turning into glacial embrace,
you escaped, flew away to the sun blazed sky.
In the frosted debris pining in the arctic nest
I live in memory with the frozen feather you left.
The winter blizzard in my world without you
broke the folded wings of my frigid heart.
I can’t fly in the wake of your evanescing flight,
but wait, for I know in spring you will return.
_________________
November 22, 2019
A Brian Strand 1096 Contest
Categories:
evanescing, fantasy, love, memory, winter,
Form: Free verse
"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought"
- P.B. Shelley
In the backdrop of the painting of my life of despair
the evanescing patina of the drowning sunset I see,
in the lost day’s sinking grace of melancholy I immerse
as joy of twilight time the last gleam of sky enshrines.
When the silver spangles of shrouded moon disappears
sprouting stars shine the brightest in the darkest of nights.
Tear drops sparkle on my eyelash like drying dew at dawn,
the rustle of dry leaves whispers the music of the sad fall.
The wind of grief blows the shards of my broken heart,
find a solacing niche in recess of your embracing thicket,
its emerald canopy flooded by ecstasy of sunburst sky,
my dismal eyes see beauty of sadness in sunbeam dance.
July 21, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019-Melancholy
Sponsor : Dear Heart
March 28, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice S, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
evanescing, beauty, grief, inspirational, sad,
Form: Free verse
Snow in April, such a blessing
Tender shoots and flowers caressing
With Nature's design, surely messing
Heavy flakes of white coalescing
I pray this snowfall is merely evanescing
A kind of freakish 'Easter window dressing'
~ else a meteorologist's prank, I'm guessing...
Categories:
evanescing, blessing, snow, spring,
Form: Monorhyme
Into the evanescing night
Floats hope, now restrained to a dream
Within the edges which incite
Tales clinging unto the extreme :
Russet of summer, ebb of tide
Blows whispers as rainstorm nears
Its last heaving when moons provide,
A bright glint reflecting my tears.
Although long my amble on hills
Time does bestow my earnest bid,
To forgive, a strife from love's chills
Allowing mist to end tight grid--
Old stories drown under seafloor
Through August , warm the hues blending...
For magical is the beam ashore
My heart at peace ...never-ending.
Brian Strand Late Jan 2019 Contest
Not entered in any challenge
Categories:
evanescing, peace, water,
Form: Quatrain
Evanescing into the lull of night
Through a glint blushing around a faint moon;
One unsolved query drifts without delight
Fragile as last chimes…a requiem’s tune:
How stars whisper adieu
Their markings …faded blue
As tears rush on grave’s pew
When sadness chills—
This blow instills
A wail that spills :
Though dreadful this fate, I’ll dance and excite ;
My hope to find you along journey’s boon—
For never would shattered dreams past, outdo
New venture's thrills.
6/10/2018
The Puzzle Of My Rhyme Contest of Broken Wings
Checked via howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
evanescing, longing, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Damp evening wanes over the hills
To trail away, so far from sight
My burnt eyes watch a hollowed dusk
Evanescing into the night :
Our deep affection takes a leave
For it’s wartime… and off you go,
While petals drop their silhouettes
Against ache of hours’ afterglow.
My raking breath withdraws from me,
Like raked twilight’s painful behest
When nothing but our love endures;
As seasons drown this empty nest…
TILL your lively voice peals to call,
Igniting wait of ardor's sway--
How immeasurable rapture
Greets evensong and fate, halfway!
~*~
10/1/2017
Love for Movie Screens :A Silent One Contest
Categories:
evanescing, devotion, endurance, love,
Form: Rhyme
As streak of evening wanes on treetops
I flit away to guard man’s dwellings;
My calm eyes watching a hollowed time
Evanescing gradually into the night:
White- feathered tip carries an olive branch
Sprinkled with dew of hope, of repose
While petals drop their silhouettes
Against the hours’ afterglow.
This mystic presence stirs me high,
Like a Holy Spirit’s godly behest
When nothing but the grace of calm
Descends through heaven’s nest…
Till my wings glimmer to imbue light
Enshrining man inner peace and sway,
As dawn greets my evensong
To celebrate a new day, ever reborn.
Contest: Poetry In An Animal's View
2/8/2017
Categories:
evanescing, bird, peace,
Form: Free verse
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