Mount Fuji waking,
Lifting on girdling pink cloud
In early dawning,
Casts its slopes and snowcapped peak
On flat mirroring water.
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Fuji; slow sunrise.
Then a sea of blazing cloud
Sets the hills aflame!
Crowding onto a shoreline:-
Hosts of purple lavender.
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Fuji in Moonshine.
Floating cranberries, amassed,
Shiver in cold light,
Ruby redness contrasting
Against crystaline night sky.
Categories:
girdling, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Tanka
“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.
What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.
Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.
Categories:
girdling, appreciation, sea, song,
Form: Free verse
The quick sands collapse within abyss
invited by airless darkness
where marshy reeds slither,
escape routes entangled
as hazard paves life’s walkway
for the destiny to saunter.
Weary steps uncalculated falter
wobbly pace uncontrolled dither,
the sands and the reeds wait
for the traveller to arrive
tired of walking a long while
life’s rough walkway.
The survival game begins
in the arena life bounces
struggling hard to win
until the time comes to join
the farewell party waiting.
Destiny is not an excuse
the walk is one’s own walk,
the pathway lighted or dark
the inner lamp decides,
caving in or girdling the garden
the inner vision conceives.
A special sanctum of sanctity
the lamp lighter needs
and the vision maker seeks
to walk life to the brink of bliss.
April 1, 2021
Contest : All Yours (Apr 2)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
girdling, analogy, destiny, life, peace,
Form: Free verse
The blue hills rolled down the verdant slopes
in rhythmic swings on tinged topography
cradling the charm of the humming hamlet
that lodged once my home happy.
With the slant shadow of the cotton clouds
climbing the heights of the cerulean sky
my teenage joy soared above the horizon high
with the colorful kites I loved to fly.
The sparkling stream with curling pearls
flowed in flamboyant grandeur
girdling our house in embracing loops
with garlands of picturesque meanders.
My rainbow painted paper boats followed
the cascading current’s rippling trail
on them I saw to distant dreamland destination
my youthful fantasy sail.
The surging storm swept across my landscape
the boats sank, the kites flew away snapped
and I turned into a wandering drift wood
in faded youth I search for them obsessed.
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March 28, 2021
Contest : My Obsession
Sponsor : Regina McIngtosh
Categories:
girdling, analogy, fantasy, youth,
Form: Free verse
Near the horizon the blue hills cascaded in waves,
Over the emerald slopes of rhythmic undulations
Surrounding the hamlet where my home was once.
The flotilla of ivory cloud drifted in cerulean sky where
Amplified joy of my childhood soared with the kites I flew.
Liquefied pearls flowed in the meandering crystal brook,
Girdling the verdant meadow, and from its gentle slope
I sent out paper boats to sail to the distant sea unknown,
Carrying the rainbow tinged teenage fantasy of mine.
Flash from the past glitters even in the twilight hour,
Lingers to brighten up the fading corridor of memory.
As I walk the last mile for the unknown destination,
Suffused with the seamless satisfaction life gave me,
Highly adored childhood treasure I preserve in nostalgia.
December 9, 2020
Contest : Any New Acrostic About Nostalgia
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Categories:
girdling, childhood, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Acrostic
The blue hills rolled down embracing
the verdant slopes in rhythmic dance,
to the cradle of the humming hamlet
where my childhood home was once.
With formless flotilla of cloud clumps,
floating free in seamless cerulean sky,
my teenage exuberance soared high
with the colorful kites I loved to fly.
The cascading brook of aqua pearls,
flowed down in flamboyant grandeur,
girdling our house in a latticed loop
of horse-shoe contoured meander.
My rainbow tinged paper boats glided
on the curling current’s rippling trail,
on these to distant shore of dreamland
I felt entranced my fervent fantasy sail.
When the storm surged from nowhere,
the kites flew away, and the boats sank,
an uprooted tree, I turned to driftwood,
the boats I search for, stuck at river bank.
Written : August 7, 2020
June 21, 2022
Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4
Sponsored by : Mark Toney
Categories:
girdling, childhood, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
I see colours
far from day
visible to sight
never fading away
I see colours
painting sad nights
revealing to shine
of today's fight
I see colours
save dark nightmares
no dreams cut
crown our heirs
I see colours
life's living proof
girdling true emotions
fittings to roof
Categories:
girdling, absence, adventure, angel, city,
Form: Quatrain
A dime for a lie, a lie for what is his; his father endows him, a bouquet of lies. It carries no promises nor paradise dreams, distorted smiles, and cries of scream. A bloody caress by a muddled stream. The lawful dues held by the'Wed' are charcoal cold as the led. He craves to be a diligent son; a father, a groom, a lover like none. Like a stain of wine on a carpet sheet, he resides in disguise, in a tux of steel. Upon the riverbed capped in yellow streaked weeds, sail past the windows that reak of sullen deeds. There the threshold of the livid soul, a detached wife; tailing, a step, a time. Addressing as the laughing stock, beneath the limelight. Levering through a dungeon of fiends, rid of compassion, in guilt, ensnared. A will, a tie, a bind in trap, girdling along in his cavernous sap. Hush...upon the whispers heard, listen close to his aria of dearth.
so lend him a name
not a coward, just a place
a place he belongs
Categories:
girdling, abuse, anxiety,
Form: Haibun
This world we inhabit, a giver of life
That on the surface is so rife,
Akin to a tree’s cross-section,
A thin cambium bound by natural selection.
The atmosphere the outer bark that protects
Life below in all respects;
Each animal breath dependent on the discard
Of photosynthesis thrown out without regard.
Water the other oddity of this planet
Parted by continents made mostly of granite.
Life and water deeply connected
Akin to sapwood keeping roots and leaves interconnected.
The moving rocky interior the strong heartwood
Of a Sequoia many ages withstood,
Supporting life on the outside
That is so diversified.
We are like the larvae of beetles
Girdling the trunk of the planet with too many peoples,
Leaving life no room
Sealing our and the Earth's doom.
Categories:
girdling, animal, earth, environment, nature,
Form: Couplet
SEARCH OF A DRIFT WOOD
The blue hills rolled down the verdant slopes in rhythmic dance
in the cradle of the humming hamlet where my home was once.
With the slant shadow of the clouds climbing the cerulean sky
my teenage joy soared high with the colorful kite I loved to fly.
The gliding brook of fluid pearls flowed in flamboyant grandeur
girdling our house in an embracing loop of horse-shoe meander.
My rainbow paper boat followed the silent current’s rippling trail,
on it I saw to distant dreamland destination my infant fantasy sail.
The boat sank, the kite flew away when the surging storm came,
in the ruins an uprooted tree turned drift wood I still search them.
September 27, 2018
Categories:
girdling, analogy, home, remember,
Form: Rhyme
While
plumes
flutter
in rhythm,
swans twirl a ballet
girdling through agile quills aflight
and pivot in choreography of glazed moondance
till wings leave at finale's point when icy November appears on a graywashed stage.
Contest Form- F sponsored by Broken Wings
1..28..2017
Categories:
girdling, bird, seasons,
Form: Fibonacci
The path progresses in a linear manner
like a fallen tree trunk
branching occasionally.
Perpendicular cousins gauntlet
the peripheral borders.
Winter’s extreme nudity
revealing an earthly crust,
a spine of granite;
a body desiccated of life’s fluids.
Yet, the sparse, angular, forms
retain their own beauty,
dance in the shifting light.
Upon the path man progresses,
upright as the gauntlet of guardian trees;
perpendicular as they;
arms branch, fingers twig,
calling down the gifts of Heaven.
Summoning.
The path girdles the Earth.
Within the trunk of man
arteries branch, capillaries twig;
and bones boulder spines.
The fluids of life flow in jewel tones,
dancing in the shifting light.
The Earth progresses, orbiting,
girdling the sun as the Moon girdles it.
Golden steamers of gas reach from the sun
upward and outward on the path
occasionally branching.
Categories:
girdling, adventure, allegory, faith, introspection,
Form: Free verse
For Martha a girl of thirteen
Dreams were not umpteen
She saw a nurse walk briskly
“Wish I were her’ she thought frankly
Having set this goal in mind
To run the race, ways she did find
While other children of her age
In various forms of fun did engage
During vacation, picking cow dung
Caring cattle, with work never hung
She gathered money in a mud pot
And hid it where none could spot
She visualized her goal
Even while pushing the coal
Besides running errands for her father
She also tutored her younger brother
Undaunted she tackled every hurdle
Girdling temptations, upon it did paddle
On the day she became a nurse
Joy swelled like a bulging purse
Insignificant dream it may seem
But her service made souls gleam
Physically absent, Martha - the Matron
Spiritually, is now my heavenly patron
Her words like a lifeboat would sail
Particularly, whenever my drives fail
Believe me! It’s with a purpose
Creator keeps a human spirit in us.
Categories:
girdling, dedication, education, children, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme Royal