Now
The landscape stretches
Her range out beyond sight
While notably
Visible along the horizon
to the left and right,
She moves on away
Dancing
Into the traveling dimensions
of time
Toward realms
Where language has yet to be
Any more than merely humming —
And
Any signals, any gestures of need
Proceed from essence — unleashed —
Feelings
Fleeing being bound…
To attach
To Sounds’ quivering frequencies
Streaming along their escape routes
— always forward, outward
Prime to crisscross the heavens…
Passing over fears’ attempts to reign…
Now, arrows fly fleetly
Following
The dancing landscape
Toward some unknown end points
Where Love outlasts all.
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(* 1 Cor. 13: 8- 12)
Categories:
fleetly, feelings, history, humanity, language,
Form: Free verse
A rustle here,
A rattle there,
A furtive footstep faintly falling on the stair,
And there's nobody rocking in that rocking chair.
Strange things are happening!
An eerie creak,
My knees go weak,
I fear that poltergeists are here and playing hide-and-seek,
And every shadow hides a goblin or a ghoulish freak.
Strange things are happening!
My throat has lumps,
My skin has bumps,
My hair will soon be turning white or falling out in clumps,
I feel like fleeing fleetly, but my legs are stumps.
Strange things are happening!
So I jump in bed,
Cover up my head,
Close my eyes real tight and think of counting sheep, instead,
And hope that in the morning I won't wake up dead
Because strange things are happening.
My friends were mean
When they set this scene
And devised these pranks contrived to make me shake and scream,
But it will be their turn, I swear, next Halloween,
To say strange things are happening!
Categories:
fleetly, halloween,
Form: Light Verse
September rains; springs spout, rivers fleetly flow to sea
New memories commence as old ones laggardly fade away
Septembers, one new daughter born; a father buried.
Remember September Poetry Contest placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Date wrote: 15th September 2022
Categories:
fleetly, memory, september,
Form: Sijo
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the dead of dark,
When the silent shadows hide from the light
For, shadows are secrets mellowed by age
And, ages are timeless, robbed of their rage,
And rage is bewildered, lost in the night
Yet, still sighs its echo deafingly stark.
Where is the morning to dazzle and glow ?
Where are the sunbeams to fever the heart ?
Yes! morning will come, as sure as the winds,
When the grey of the dusk slowly rescinds
And the fields of sleep will fleetly depart
And the dreams of the hills aimlessly go.
Categories:
fleetly, dream, eve, morning, night,
Form: Rhyme
Where dandelions bloom
is where my childhood began
Amongst them I would lie
in fields of velvet green
unfolded like a blanket
upon the humble earth
I’d gaze into a glistening sky
and weave dandelion dreams
upon my head
in shy silence
that stretched across time
And then I’d walk
with earthen feet
clay-kissed
to the wooded edge
where I’d sit
on the laps of leaves
and behold God
in nature’s simplicity
Now the years approach me
more fleetly than my heart
shocking my essence
shaking my simplicity
There are now steel places and cold faces
promising me man-made majesty
and leading me into rooms of nothingness
How I long
to retrace my footsteps
to those velvet fields
to that wooded edge
to God in nature’s simplicity
But I fear
my eyes will be blinded
by visions of the dandelions wilting
upon time’s forgetful fields
and I will exist wordlessly in their stillness
a statue of concrete and grace
a faithful keeper and watcher
of dandelion days
lived in the warmth
of a sheltering sun
Categories:
fleetly, beauty, childhood, color, flower,
Form: Free verse
Savoring solitude’s a sweet sensation
a blissful moment of euphoric, elation
the marvelously meaningful meditation
a sacred savored spiritual vacation
transcending tensions I fly fleetly away
to spiritually survive, savoring silence
mentally waltzing upon my way.
3-24-2021
Categories:
fleetly, peace, poems, poetry, silence,
Form: Alliteration
A year has months;
A month has weeks.
A week has days
Which brook no tweaks.
The days divide
By hours, neatly;
Hours, minutes.
Then, as fleetly,
Seconds tick
As time flies by.
We cannot pause it,
Though we try.
Categories:
fleetly, time,
Form: Rhyme
I cannot help but recall,
Peers of eminent prestige,
Some passed on forever gone,
Others lost for sake of fear,
Long nights of acoustic bliss,
Beating back the demons in me,
As I repine those odes of past,
Relief of dawn comes fleetly,
Hordes of faces have come and gone,
Companions never seem to last,
My true desire is to be whole,
Realized to myself be true.
Categories:
fleetly, betrayal, death of a
Form: Quatrain
Once, I loved a lady sweetly,
stole my heart away quite neatly;
dreaming of her every night,
from each dusk, 'til dawning light.
Making love, each eve went fleetly;
when came morn she'd leave discreetly.
From each dusk, 'til dawning light,
holding her with all my might.
Brewed me tea, made life alright
from each dusk, 'til dawning light,
through the day she came to greet me,
always there with me completely.
From each dusk, 'til dawning light,
I loved her then with all my might.
She completely came to greet me,
most discreetly, fleetly, neatly...
Once, I loved a lady sweetly!
Rascal Jones
©1 Oct 2011
Categories:
fleetly, romance, me,
Form: Quatrain