Gild Poems

golden sunrise

sky soaks sunrise hues  
gleamed sequins gild the meadow…   
golden sunflowers

I Wandered Weightless as a Feather

after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also sometimes called “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth

I wandered weightless as a feather, 
a muted plume from mourning dove. 
A tuft afloat in breezy weather 
connected now to skies above;
as long as winds will carry me 
from over fields and out to sea. 

My glad esprit more free than birds, 
detached from mortal needs I fly, 
where spirits long to share their words 
among the songs in clouds, I sigh... 
for Earth was never this composed,
this high I travel unopposed. 

Oh, cumulus! A meadow white,
I feel at home atop its waves
illuminant, in purest light.
Mid savored heights my mem’ry saves 
inertia of the clover green
and shiver of the water’s sheen. 

Such riches now I do enjoy 
in solitude away from fray. 
I'm free from living once so coy;  
in spirits’ realm I long to stay,
for then, myself I will fulfill 
with gild as gold as daffodil.

What the Sun Says at Dawn

You think I rise because the sky asks?
No—I burn because I choose to.
Watch how I gild the broken fences,
how I enter every window uninvited,
how I turn the puddle into a mirror
before it remembers it’s supposed to evaporate.

They call me constant, but I’m always changing:
a slow explosion, a practiced rebellion,
lighting the world like a match struck
against the rough edge of the horizon.

You too could be this relentless.
You too could rise, not when they expect it,
but when you decide the night has lasted
long enough.

Dormant

Their despise never trace me
Free to every discerning eyes
Ecstasy eloquent and dilute
soft footstape asleep where
Echoes of mountains ever climb
Desertness solemn and wither
Torrent rain who can feel
When every moment dormant, wet
Pulsate maroon inalive memories
Forest cry deepen amidgreen
Gild never touch arid surface
Companion of endless and ephemeral
Landscape never escape their shares always
Dream dilemma shorten us
Bustle of necessities dare
Plaster abode everywhere
Rooten the gifted odur
Luxuriant hair unbounds the daisies
Mirrors of thousand overlook
Can catch the flight of mine
The distance of sky and surface
Breadth bridle us.

'Neath The Palms

For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms
                                  A tropical climax to gild golden years
Each breeze would embellish my thoughts in the sun
                                    I never imagined a context of tears

Though beauty surrounds me in floral bouquet 
                        In hues that are married to sunset and wine
I can’t help but ponder the path I have taken
                    When leaving behind everything that was mine

The memories are haunting as life lies before me
                     Still promising sunshine and skies always blue
But nowhere do catalogs count what is missing
                   Not even the sunrise through palm trees will do

Well, yes I could pack up and sail away homesick
                           And try and go back to the life that I knew
I guess I am living just what I was promised
                                 I’m certainly having a day that is blue



Every now and again, that old homesick bug bites!

Songs of Nature COS No 15: AABB

Goes a white doe, faint glimpse a wondering.
Rare diaphanous prismatic heartstring,
astir, the bestilled buds wake an ocean.
Nascent feels Aurora's palm in motion,
iridescence and redolence yon oaths,
divine dulcet elysian her outgrowths.
Moon/Star burrowing framing an archway,
You can kill fish, not stars, said Hemingway.
Golden sets of surfs delve a saffron sky,
amber rays herald as a beach comply.
Sands surrendered shoeless soles schlep trail
gild glitters flocked doves sprung free summer's veil.
A myriad of countenance submit
a sun encounters a probing of it.

Stars Of Clarity

A purplish black dark sky night 
Brushed the reddish moon with white 
The sun has painted the sky with orangish hues 
And tinted the stars of clarity with greenish blues 
The yellowish new sun just minutes old 
Has gild the moon a silverish gold 
When all the brownish leaves turned gray 
It rose a beautiful pinkish day

Autumn Reverie 2

baby star heralds
hail dawning gild glimmering
aloof flora wakes
leaves billow parting top wisp
breath orangey-red's farewell

Abeyance

air a voice of no measure
pairs equitably trifling

like an eighty-six patron
vermiso will win out a
majority in favor

consciousness of her fears are
competently conversant
of artsy quiescency

a plague that ails them
whereby its cure is
not immediate

composure that an artist
overripes her flowery
facial abeyance

tis squarely crafted in stilled
visage interspersing gild
and vermillion splash

ere curtains call emphatic operatta
as Italian corporatist infiltrates
faced causation effects shh

Autumn Footle

Season
Rolls on

                 Hot days’
                 Blaze strays

Blue sky
Clouds fly

                 Bring in
                 Hued scene

Awesome
Autumn

                 Grass new
                 Dons dew

Bare crown
Trees frown

                 Leaves wilt 
                 Lose lilt

They fold
Gild gold

                 Rustling
                 Leaves sing

Fall song
Prolongs

                 Ground calls
                 Bronze falls

Golden 
Garden

                  Monet
                  Display

October's Treasures

In a sky of bluest topaz
I saw the citrine-shattered sun
Glean emeralds from each blade of grass
And gild the elm leaves platinum

Silence, save for the autumn breeze
And in my pockets, not a dime
But do not tell this poet, please
That October’s treasures can’t be mine.

Sunset

A
dying
scarlet sun,
bleeds upon pink
cotton candy clouds
clustering at Earth's edge,
as though tethered to the night.
Twilight starts unveiling the stars
now twinkling-like faceted diamonds
and moonbeams gild indigo waters gold.
Muting all but one lonely cricket's chirp,
silence imbues each shifting shadow
with a growing feeling of dread.
And a dark curtain descends
until silhouettes merge
and ebony starts
slowly filling
in every
single
gap.

The Silvery Night

The Silvery Night
       Above is a canopy
       Studded with many thousand glittering stars
       The vast sky
       The rays of the golden ball
       Gild the darkness of the night

       Greener surroundings
       Appear to be in black
       Yet decorated with many
       Flickering lights
       The fireflies

       Mysterious sounds of the 
       Night creatures
       It is a melody with no lyrics
       The cool breeze moves around
       With much ease
       Words don’t come easy
       For me to explain
       The beauty of the silvery night.

        Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu

Colors

Colors Nature provides for Autumn's brush,
Orange, amber, cinnamon, and cerise
Layer green canopies with gild and blush,
Orchestrating Her greatest masterpiece
Recycling leaves into a golden fleece,
She paves the way south for migrating geese.

Canvas of Gold

my life is a primed canvas ~ today my brushes gild in shades of gold

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