Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight
swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun
hovering over lulling waters of purple hues
Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air
inside a cornucopia world of rich and bright
Birds are calling from afar symmetrical chirps
of grandeur, across the wide expanse
nocturnal illumination of the heart and soul
Varathane music sonatas, flute escapades
within a dormant brook, nature's usurp
Fairies, trellises, and magic twigs interlinked
inside the Foloi forest, the mighty oak respires
aside centaurs and dryads, of their time
an emerald green, bottled by nature herself
all is transformed here, even the sky is pinked
Altered, Remodeled, Reworked, Transformed,
by my sweet, poetic imagination...
"Follow Me "
Categories:
frilling, appreciation, nature,
Form: Free verse
Winsome Wisteria Sonnet
Eden, open your ardent arms to grace
Wisteria's soft lilac petaled blooms
Draped stunningly about Spring’s sunny face
In softest shades of lavender like plumes.
Your aroma wafts heady in the breeze
When graceful racemes descend from above.
Divine as the frilling flowering trees
Your stunning sight captures my heart with love.
Goddess Venus must surely be aware
Of the glorious sight that you bestow
Like dainty dangling ringlets in Spring’s hair
As zephyrs sprinkle your petals below.
I am profoundly moved by your presence
And tranquilly transported with pleasance.
4-19-21
Poems of the Day April 21, 2021 ~Thank you Team Poetry Soup!
ALL YOURS (Apr 20)Contest -First Place
Sponsor Brian Strand
Your best sonnet this year so far Contest -Second Place
Sponsor John Hamilton
My thanks to this site for the photo of Wisteria:
https://target.scene7.com/is/image/Target/GUEST_5f778c57-02de-4839-9233-d70736dddd8d?fmt=pjpeg&wid=1400&qlt=80
Categories:
frilling, beautiful, beauty, flower, spring,
Form: Sonnet
froth breathes effervesce into daydreams, you caress - - -
i await silent lullabies,
fluently becoming myself as you become…
PERFECT
solaced by the strong of heart;
breathless from resonating
echoes of impulse,
forever needing your fingertips
frilling down my barren nape-
the softest kiss you’ve ever kissed,
and
the brownest eyes you’ve ever seen;
demure as a fawn in late spring,
whisped away into your reverie mist
aurora hues of poppy fields,
your touch as vibrant as Dali-
your skin beautiful,
but
not as beautiful as your essence;
the fervor of your felicity feeds my fire-
as we immerse under the sheets in desire
froth breathes effervesce...
into daydreams as we coalesce
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12.25.19
Categories:
frilling, passion,
Form: Verse
when whales dream
perpendicular in the singing sea
cradled in a swath of blue silk ebb and flow
oblivious to courting dolphins
cavorting and calling
as drunken sailors do
on Saturday night leave
rem-membering across time
large thought plunging wild and free
or small delicate moments
of ghost like creatures
frilling through unimaginable deeps
perhaps lost long ago.
Categories:
frilling, sleep,
Form: Free verse