a leaf dances and sways in skies
painted in shades yellows and golds
soft whispers of premonitions
the changing slant of morning light
an oak bears the passage of time
a leaf dances and sways in skies
gathers with others on the ground
shadows of a summer passage
afternoon stillness after rain
clouds shadow the change of weather
a leaf dances and sways in skies
as summer dreams its own ending
reflections of the time’s passage
mournful song as winds sweep the land
soothsayer’s call poet’s lament
a leaf dances and sways in skies
August 25, 2022
Hint of Fall Autumn Poetry Contest
A deep feeling of foreboding
I dreamt the world exploding,
The most restless of minds
The most misery always finds,
Who amongst us can endure
Or escape the devil’s lure…
Unless the Providence’s benevolent hand,
commanding the sea and land,
makes us our fortunes understand
and dire fate to withstand.
~03/31/19
~Contest: 10 Lines, 5 words Rhyme III
~Sponsor: Lu Loo
~Foreshadow From Thee Sublime Sunlight In The Subliminal Black Of The Lighter Mind~
Fore What Work Be Done, Fore
Which Is Done Yet, Be Done
Unto Humanity, Which Is Thy Soul,
That Which Encomber, To Thy Test
Of The Mind, They'n Will Be
Done, To Show What is To Do,
Yet Thus Which is not Yet Seen
Done . . . What Does Doth On Thee,
To Test, Which is to Do . . . Yet
Is Have Not Done Yet, This
Be Done, This, Yet is Me Thyn, Fore
What I Will Do, is
Not Done Yet.
foreshadow through the wind
softly is the beginning of a hymn
eyes closed but open minds
the future yields to time
voices heard but never seen
souls yearn for deeper meaning
sight is blind but fear is near
chanting whispers fill the air
one by one before the sun
masses gather as if one
heads bowed tears shed
the earth moans from it's dead
sun so bright the sun supreme
lights up all and everything
hands held and lifted high
faces up embracing the sky
one voice one song
each to all all belong
from the stars they did arrive
to the stars we shall survive
we are us they are them
stone temples sing their hymn
when will they come back again
when will we become like them
eyes open images fade
voices still clouds shade
yes they will return we shall go
into the light foreshadow
Wonder when
the sun will break through
these clouds that have entered
the skies no longer blue
its favorite color.
Wonder when
these eyes will see through
the fog that has obscured
the light of the avenue
where love is discovered.
Wonder when
the tree will bear fruits
Have I given it enough water
enrich the soil enough for strong roots?
I see buds have sprung open.
And I know
the sky has not lost its blue
the soul sees even when the fog obscures
blooming foreshadows fruition, so it continues
what begins in love, never ends.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 08.12.11
I
Saw
The Eagle float above
The
Bluff
That
He called home
And
When he turned
And
Soared away
I
Sighed,
And saw the reason
Why.....
For on this bluff
Above the river
Now built into the cliff
A
House of sticks
Resided where
The
Eagles
Ruled
.....Adrift
ominous dark sky
deep purple to deadly gray
swords of light threaten
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