FIGURATIONS
general
perplexity
festers
in
continual
abasement
e
affection
tempered
by
indolencele
fostered
by
dilegnce
over powering
dissolve
into
extreme
sensation
a
state
of excitment
ventures
into
fatique
CONFIGURATIONS
excitment
in gestural
figurative
emotive
motifs
highlighted
moments
becoming
reasons
&
influences
of
existential
purposets
incorporating
themes
taking stock
events
in
polar
opposites
to ruminate
over
&
acknowledge
imagination
uncover
see
&remember
so
open
& free
a
collaborative
harmony
as a
starting point
punctuate
&
entrench
a
recurring
optical
effect
of
an
unknown
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
7 March 2020 7:37 Pm
My eye lids are heavy and laden with dew
I sit here alone with my life in review
Reliving moments that I wish would have last
And moments that I wish had never come to pass
Age takes a toll on the body
Like old work clothes all warn and shody
I will stop from my work and shed them and rest
When I awake at the trumpet call I will be adorned in His best
I will bow before Him my blessed saviour with excitment uncontained
While I listen to the angels sing as Christ welcome home proclaims
Though this life is hard and the trials are many
It is short and only temporary
Life with our Father will be forever secure
No sorrow no pain only Love and peace forever more
Noisy River Bank
Sitting on a river bank, tryin to catch a catfish
Lookin up at the stars, I began to make a wish.
Well, my worms are dead and the fish won’t bite
When I heard a strange noise echo through the night.
At first there was a squeak and then a squawk
Then there was silence and nothin at all.
I figured a mouse being chased by an owl,
So, I decided to stay and listen for a while.
A mosquito lit on the top of my head
I slapped and missed and wished he was dead.
The only bite I was getting was from a yellow fly
When something scared me and I thought I’d die.
An old bull frog croaked at my feet
And I jumped for a stick and began to beat.
Well I reached for my pole leaning on a stake
Lord, wouldn’t you know it, there laid a snake.
Well he hissed at me and I cussed at him
I told him I’d get him, so I cut me a limb.
Of course, at that time, I got a bite on my pole
I just forgot about the snake curled up in the hole.
I grabbed my pole and began to real
All that trouble and danger for a gosh darn eel.
I decided to leave at that point and time
So, I left with nothin but a half-scared mind.
The Gift
A little child received a gift.
It's wrapping very plain.
It set outside the cottage door.
In the cold, hard, driving rain.
With happy smiles she brought it in.
And sat it on the floor.
To receive a gift on such a day;
Surprised her to the core.
With bated breath she opened it,
To see what was inside.
Her heart beat with excitment;
Her spirit rose with pride.
When the paper fell away;
She felt like such a fool.
For there upon the kitchen floor;
Lay an ancient, rusty tool.
"What am I to do with this"?
She asked her Mommy dear;
"I have no idea what it is".
Her eyes were filled with tears.
"I have no use for such a thing,
Oh Mom what should I do"?
"It is your gift" her Mother said:
"So that is up to you".
She carried it her whole long life;
Clutched tightly in her fist.
And always asked the question.
"What do I do with this"?
Riding the Red Dragon
Riding the Red Dragon of the Moon
She snorts and Blows smoke in excitment
I climb on Her back and She give a nod
And up She goes with a Leap into the Sky
We climb high into the Sky
Soaring like a Bird of prey
Over Mountains high above the Clouds
She dives into the Valley to flit
We go beyond the Valley and over a Lake
flying low almost skipping like a Rock
I hold on tight and take a breath
We are going like a streak for goodness sake
Oh how I love the flight on The Red Dragon
She is My friend and much more for sure
We fly into the Sky as one and Go up higher
I smile as we go with such desire
For Brenda a Dearest Friend
A large shard seems to missing,
A large part of who I am has changed,
A piece of me that makes up a whole.
It All came tumbling down it didn't take time.
It took a few words, a hurtful Malicious word.
To bring my pain, my agony of existing.
I no longer feel joy.
I no longer feel that tingling excitment.
I feel a sense of loss.
Something broken...something Not whole...
Emotion is not a word
a whisper brings a kiss
It's passion
touchy feely
an instinct
relating really...
It's prescient
perceptive
fervent
so sensitive...
It's sentiment
insight
excitment
feelings alight..
Emotion is not a word
a whisper brings a kiss
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My life at the moment is hard
And im finding it hard to cope,
Its like im abseiling
But freely with no rope.
No excitment, no thrill
Just pain and hurt,
Im falling, crashing, falling
Face down in the dirt.
My battered broken body
Lays there in a heap,
I know where i need to be
"But im not strong enough" I weep.
My lonlieness consumes me then
And i curl up and cry,
Seems as though the battles lost
I just want to give up and die.
I cant be like them i thought
Im not strong enough to stand,
I'll lay here and wallow
Bury my head in the sand.
Something ignites in me..
I feel the strenghth to fight,
Im gonna get out of here...
Im leaving here tonight!
I claw my way out of despair
Away from this gloomy pit,
And i see something
A pathway clearly lit.
And the second i saw that light
I knew it was for me,
Sheer courage and strength just poured out
As that light guided me.
Fiesta.
Feeling of excitment,
Festival of Christmas,
Frollicking I arrange,
Flavoured cake for display,
Framboise drink is my choice,
Flutist plays Santa's tunes,
Fragrance of love prevails.
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THE DANCING LIGHT
That dancing light over there
Tells of the future in excitment.
Follow it like the three wise men,
Follow the stars to the place
Where the messiah was born.
Follow the dancing light and
See the future smiling to you.
Step into the unbroken chains of knowledge
And explore through the history of humanity.
The secret of successful life could be reveal
When you follow the dancing light over there.
Gathering of wood all day i go
My mind filled with memories of the past, excitment grows
So many nights around the fire
Laughing, singing, stories abound
Heat of an open fire makes the evening chill go away
The moving reflection of light against the trees looks scary at times
You can only wonder what's outside the lights glow
Peacefulness sets in now time to relax
More stories said i will always remember
As the fire and embers go dim the light goes too, night becomes dark another day ended
Memories
When we
first met
my heart
skipped a
bit & filled
with
excitment,
i couldn't
understand
why!
Because
you were a
stranger
You stared
at me with
a smile
&greeted
with such
warmth in
your voice
It felt i had
known
you forever
Our
relationship
was
everyone's
dream but
you
changed
within a
blink of an
eye
You cared
no more,
you payed
attention
no more,
saying
hurtful
words
seemed to
give you
joy! You'd
smile & say
loosen up
its just a
joke,
knowing
exactly my
heart is in
pieces
Loving you
wasn't
suppose to
hurt
My heart
loved you
still & i
couldn't
understand
why! I
tried so
hard to
make
things
work but
you had
no time
you said
Letting you
go was all i
could do,
although it
hurts, i
knew i will
survive
The tears i
would
hide when
i hear your
name &
the pain in
my heart
was still
the same
You broke
my heart,
left me
crying &
strangely i
still love
you but i
don't
expect you
to love me
back
Loving you
wasn't
suppose to
hurt
Nascar Crazy
__________________________
It's really quit a show
to watch my Husband and oldest son
as their yelling at the t.v
when the race is on.
Nascar seems to spark excitment
watching them go fast
and as much as I'd like to watch
my attention span doesn't last.
I have been to just one race,
they are very loud
it's really not my kinda thing
fighting through that crowd.
Although it wasn't really bad
and for me it was brand new
I think it will be just for them
not again ,something I will do.
5/23/14-Jessica Thompson
Dedicated to My Family
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