Morning is a bright looking florescent
that unfold splashes of sultriness;
thrilling luminosity blewing off saturnine
incessantly each day you awake
to greet your pallid-cream face.
It shoot in succulents embrace
flurrying optimism and illusory hope
as fiery as your desires
just enough for a blade
to slash through depression
with unassailable sense.
Whilst to others
it's a suicide ice
& huge spectre
that will ruin
the gambles of their nights.
Categories:
flurrying, addiction, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
It was a wonderful, perfectly good, morning
[When I shut off the alarm and slid out of bed],
Until a broken shoelace screamed a forewarning
And I got this sudden, overwhelming feeling of dread.
My Keurig emitted a strange humming sound
When I filled up the tank and flipped on the switch,
Meanwhile, my toast popped up too overly-browned,
Found my computer is sick with a frustrating glitch.
The forecast is gloomy, predicting flurrying snow
This momentous decision swirls around in my head
I can face whatever the rest of the day may show
Or, I can chuck it all and crawl back into bed!
Written February 11, 2021
For “It Was a Good Morning Until” Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Categories:
flurrying, humorous, life,
Form: Rhyme
~
Crisp evening breezes
neath gray flannel skies
Stardust reflections
in baby blue eyes
~
Snowflakes on eyelashes
icicle drips
Flurrying kisses
‘pon enchanting lips
~
Moonbeams enticing
a beautiful smile
Down feather whispers
melodic in style
~
Holding you close
below heavens above
This winter evening
just falling in love
~
Categories:
flurrying, good night,
Form: Rhyme
Though unlived ages defter poets shall bring,
And blur all rhymes woven in my barren span;
May young pupil-scribes with like relish savor
These yellowing tropes as sworn zealots can.
Despite the flurrying crop of many sharper wits,
Let new apprentices of fine art read these lines;
And gratefully gain inspiration from olden writs,
Fresh as dateless gems in death-hidden mines.
And should new vibes rather greatly outshine
This dusty craft and they still dissatisfied pine,
Abiding honor for founding feats will here keep
Future pliant eyes that for fallen warriors weep.
Not for incurable want of well-winding nuance
May youth disdain this tart ink ten eons hence.
Think of all gone generations' fluids of the vine:
Piling time betters stale rhyme like bottled wine!
Muse forbid that future versifiers should deem
These musings an exaggerated antique dream.
Categories:
flurrying, allegory, art, first love,
Form: Elegy
The still night seemed to amplify each sound
until each soft noise vibrated loudly.
The torrid air mystic as it hovers bound
above the lake and leaping perch gleam ghostly.
A night of light mist that distorts shapes
tricking the eye as I pass on my way.
Daggling leaves and branches like grapes
brush my skin leaving a smell of hay.
Now it darkens, clouds cover the moon
the wind whips up sending all flurrying.
In this wild tempest I find a boon
that is filled brim full of loving.
The terrors of the night fade
blinded by the blazing rays,
old fears, to them bye I bade
time to welcome back love filled days.
Categories:
flurrying, allusion, dark, night,
Form: Rhyme
UNFINISHED IN CONNEMARA
Small drizzle - or sea spray?
Wets the face - not enough to teardrop.
Above a cold damp brow,
Beads edging down the black wool -
Not heavy enough to run, nor wet enough to drip.
Tiny Atlantic turbulence in my hatted ear :
Flurrying, blustering squalls.
Buffets of whetted wind
Bring back Connemara
When she was there.
As in a seashell.
............................................................
Note.........Connemara is a bleak but beautiful remote part of Ireland - always rainy and windy
Categories:
flurrying, weather,
Form: Free verse
A Christmas Snow
Twinkle Christmas snowflake bright
Icy star so pure and white
Glistening in the winter sun
This season’s antics have begun
Twinkle Christmas snowflake pure
Glistening frosting so demure
In silence falls upon this land
Causing chaos where you can
Twinkle Christmas snowflake light
Flurrying down from out of sight
Creating with your gentle touch
A Christmas scene we love so much.
Heather Buxton 2014
Categories:
flurrying, christmas, snow,
Form: Rhyme
The soft snow flakes fall gently coating
the land which to white is turning.
Trees brushed white stand gleaming
as Christmas dawns with sunlight bursting.
A hush settles as people start stirring
emotions high, children in the snow delighting.
Soft and pristine white as the wind sets it flurrying
its touch a whisper as it brushes cheeks now settling.
Magical flakes of pure white glistening and sparkling,
while icicles translucent adorn trees decorating
their branches and trunks with colour reflecting.
The people filled with awe as Jesus they are welcoming.
11/25/2014
contest: A Christmas Snow
Categories:
flurrying, christmas, snow,
Form: Rhyme
So feather light is my soul today
That one kind breath of a word from you
Sends me flurrying high with the breeze,
Carrying, extolling Creation's secret wisdom,
As the golden dandelion
Entrusts her children to the billowing,
Willow-swaying
Zephyrs.
I yield to the wonder of the warm wind’s caress,
My love pirouetting toward you,
Inexorably
Supporting my heart’s glad intention
To grow tall,
Strong;
To thrive within your rich,
Welcoming, earthy
Abundance.
Categories:
flurrying, love,
Form: Free verse