Bejeweled, in and out of the Gothic architecture,
Conceived by Abbot Suger, through a constant conjecture;
With perfect glasswork etched out of the then-time silica,
Found its place In Saint-Denis Cathedral Basilica...!
Modestly outsized splash-smeared gorgeous goblet casements,
Renaissance classic styled stone accent wall sacred basements;
Prettily pointed piercing cumulative curly curves,
Rib vaults great and small intertwining like the war of nerves...!
Soaring airborne ramparts; metaphysical adornments;
Perpendicular proportions; lopsided floral fronts;
Steady solemn designs that flounce upward in height and grace;
Domed arched ceilings that charms of times, ages, and eras embrace...!
With no shrinks and wrinkles like the perfection of pure youth,
Enticing grand elegance like the fullness of the truth;
Tracery is a treasury of architectural forms,
Within which dwell, fine ethereal elemental norms...!!!
26 January 2023
TRACERY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
glasswork, art, culture, gothic, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Cosmos, the element of who we are
seraph of breath
through anger
and euphoria
this is the body
Waiting for lighting.
Blessed with a low temblor,
A lesser-known form, stringy hooks,
The weak pry that forms the glasswork
stand firm
storm wakes up
Calm down ebbs
lever and lock
sparse timetable
unfold and describe the owl.
to broadcast;
to make
a hollow
swag left
from the pole, wooden
we rise above the wind farm
anniversary
our swirled fossils stitched
our disaster set
hold aspirin
digitalin
digitoxin
adrenalin &
Epinephrine
sustained
by our soul
even if you think you mistook it
there
it endures
every time
Written: October 14, 2022
Categories:
glasswork, analogy, character, nature,
Form: Free verse
A dusty, wooden table, painted a vibrant
red, stands alone in a vacant ole'
farmhouse kitchen. Nearby is a
window sporting many panes of
broken glass, allowing vivid sunlight
to filter throughout this rotting structure.
A large jar adorns this wobbly
legged piece of furniture.
A brown wilted vine drapes itself over
the edge, meeting a dry, splintered wooden
floor, covered of mud, dead grass
and murky colored yellow weeds.
As I canvass this grim place, a vision
of sunniness glinting from old
glasswork fills my mind of what this room
may have once contained. Light, airy
happy memories of a mother's
home baked cookies for her children,
holidays and family gatherings.
Indeed, an empty pickle jar filled
with lustrous sunshine can put a
smile within one's heart.
Categories:
glasswork, art, happiness, imagination,
Form: Light Verse