short drizzle of rain
splash window and grain
cleaning
flowers gleam post drain
clouds' gathered again
venting
rumble roused the sprain
shake hard the terrain
stirring
vibrant smidgen sward
not pleasant toward
softy
daffodils were oared
glossiest bright ward
lovely.
worker bees discord
care for hive concord
duty
1st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
The Lay is a very old French form of poetry. Its format is fairly simple:
9 lines per stanza, with a rhyming scheme of AAB AAB AAB and a syllable count pattern of 552 552 552.
Written: March 17, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1091 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
glossiest, analogy, appreciation, garden, green,
Form: Lay
I'm losing the faces, I'm losing the names
Quit toying with me, quit playing games
My had spins faster than ever before
As I try to decide if I should open the door
I lose sense of direction, I lose sense of smell
I can't see a thing when I'm under your spell
But no, I need to focus, I need to stay here
Do not surrender, though he is near
My hands are now shaking, I'm trying to hide
The things I wish I didn't feel inside
I smile my smile when you smile yours
But It's a scary feeling-
Knowing for me you'd get down on all fours
Please, just don't. Don't flatter me so
you love more about me than I even know
Your eyes intrigue me and I'm lost in them
Like the deepest lake, the glossiest gem
I'm losing it all, except for you
And if I did, I don't know what I would do
Categories:
glossiest, confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, me, me,
Form: Couplet