So many gems lay sparkling in our minds
of wondrous days and years, we can recall;
and each gets glossier as it unwinds,
while joyous recollections shine, enthrall.
Pray that our shiny jewels are kept sublime-
as we proceed to polish them with time.
September 11, 2021
Categories:
glossier, inspirational, memory,
Form: Rhyme
"Life overflows with brilliant memories-
lodged deep within to find again and see."
by Poet
I ponder on a word that means so much-
a word that congers thoughts of lucent things
grouped as those objects we observe or touch-
such as the glowing moon- or diamond rings.
Yet, special is that shine that dwells within-
those memories that spark a recalled scene,
then rises to our thoughts as we begin
to search that field of images still keen.
So many gems lay sparkling in our minds
of wondrous days and years, we can recall;
and each gets glossier as it unwinds-
while joyous recollections shine- enthrall.
Pray that our shiny jewels are kept sublime-
as we proceed to polish them with time.
April 12, 2021
Contest:A Brian Strand Premiere No 1198
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
glossier, inspirational, life,
Form: Sonnet
Oh my brothers
How many
Of us
Fox
Will survive
The coming
Long night
Of the ending age?
In the deep countries
We hide
And sup
On the glowing
Locust
As the comets strike
And humans
Disappear
Into their dark
Recesses of
Their ranch
style homes.
Their
Automobile
Parked Murderous
on the twisting roads
Of their success
Midnight journeys
Remain empty and quite
In Their quick
Decreasing.
Rusting into the
Metallic bones
Of prehistoric beasts
Even the giant
Dandelions cry glossier tears
Of seeds
For humans passing.
Come brothers let
Us write our songs
On the flattest leaves
and cover the blank
And empty windows
Of human homes
To not wake
The dead
Through the lack
Of grief
For their passing
For fox
Always have
Their well dug holes
In which to sleep.
Categories:
glossier, animal, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
I sit by the open window watching out for hubby's return.
The ancient oil lantern sways casting pools of light.
There are insects buzzing around it, they seem to be playing kamikaze.
Some pay the price as they get zapped, others seemingly to live charmed life.
As I sit waiting enjoying the night sounds, a large moth appears by the window
so close I could touch it. Then it starts its crazy yet enchanting dance.
Flitting first up and down, now going round and round.
Mottled browns and reds adorn wings of glossier like silks.
Alone like me it seems to be yet having fun drawing weird patterns.
It gets closer to the glass on each pass, a dancing dare devil of beauty.
I do not want to see it zapped, so go out and turn of the lantern.
Sitting in the old rocker chair, I gaze into the star studded sky.
And there silhouetted is my moth
as it flies away across the moon.
Free to live another day and night
it is joined by another as hubby arrives.
written 11/08/2014
contest: Chopped 11
Categories:
glossier, butterfly, light, night,
Form: Verse