Spanish Moss hangs over my face
a gentle caress
green filaments brush my hair.
The flat-bottomed boat
glides on a slow current
but it pushes me,
it urges - but to where?
Florida has a lot of water,
this stream is green,
a backwater making its own way
as it slides between marshy land.
Perhaps it will wind into
a Floridian suburban stream somewhere,
there will be blue swimming pools,
perhaps the odd plastic flamingo?
I hope there will still be
these enrobed Cypress trees,
some curtains of trailing moss
that will part
revealing new ways for this boat to go.
Categories:
flat bottomed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Mystic River
lazy mists dawdle
in sinuous rivulets ~
fog surfs in deep dales
river of white clouds
threads through alleys of tall pines ~
fog garden slow dance
curly silver mists
pale kisses on riverbanks ~
swirling shape-shifters
flat bottomed clouds float
wispy fogs tickle thunder ~
joy ride for cloud ships
mystic tule songs
gypsy brumes on evergreens ~
forest singalong
Categories:
flat bottomed, river, sky,
Form: Haiku
Contest: Trilonette Contest Sponsor: Joseph May 6-21-23
#1
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River of Clouds
Lazy mists dawdle through valleys,
Wending in a river of clouds,
Surfs deep dales on rising tides.
Silver curly-cue veils dally
On twisting rivers like a shroud -
Leaves a pale kiss on riversides.
Mystic Rom roams the pine alleys,
Gypsy brume evergreens beclouds,
Cryptic nomad without a guide.
Flat bottomed shades float like galleys,
Wispy fogs tickle thunderclouds
Stolen cloud ships on a joy ride.
Rising tule croons playful songs -
Alto whispers for a singalong.
Categories:
flat bottomed, river, sky,
Form: Rhyme
waves ripple the knees
of hoary cypress
dark waters encroach
licked by an oily light
spanish moss
weave in and out
of sifting shadows
the flat bottomed boat
carries my thoughts
to a far bank
where alligators bask
and small white birds
piggyback upon knuckled
motionless hides
if i go one way on this stream
the skiff will dock
near an amiable flock of
other river boats
if i go another way
the maw of a listless fear
may open to trap my mind
i will leave behind the world of men
and their dreams
forever
the swamp will devour my name
the cypress trees gather my clothes
keep them chained and dangling
in their hollow hearts
Categories:
flat bottomed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Lips touch the tip of morning with the awakening
of thine eyes,
accompanied
by inexhaustible
thoughts of only
you. Drifting away
from abed, thoughts
trace in tandem with
thy body in lost sight
within the flat-bottomed
vessel. Water pouring
down accreting to the
seductive oils
forming to
crystallized
foam.
Drowning
deeply
in
Love.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
08-02-2012
Categories:
flat bottomed, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life,
Form: Free verse
The window is almost without substance.
Hardly thinking about it unless you
need to change it in some way. It can
be made of glass, paper , plastic, or nothing at all.
There can be one to your heart, your soul, your
mind, and even to heaven.
The rain makes music upon it.....
One can open, shut, obscure, clean
decorate, or break it.
Theres nothing like a breeze through it....
You can find it in a home, in the ceiling
and in a flat bottomed boat.
It comes in all sizes and shapes...
big, little, round, square, oval; limited
only by our imagination...
Bless the window and the interest
and comfort it brings to our lives.
For the Word contest..
Categories:
flat bottomed, on writing and words
Form: Free verse