Written: May 31, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
1st place contest winner
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Fiery orange sparks fade out to strip the day,
showing a vessel of velvet in eerie, flirty ballet.
Night stares and dances under cosmic skies;
She winks, giggles, and lifts her starry eyes.
Her crescent lips cast shadows on the haze,
glinting with love to assess my adoring gaze.
O gossamer, thy needles.
They shine like suns at play.
Bands of fate in full? She pulls!
Faster grow, O hay!
Erosion, art thou harbinger?
Kingdom gone? Returned?
Battlefield, thy prey! O cur!
How my heart has burned!
Tremendous time, thy measure.
Each minute to work out.
Poisoner, thy pleasure!
Dismay, decay, doubt!
Fine flickering in free fall?
Plight of a far-flung hope?
Funeral, thy darkest pall!
Invincible rope!
Creek trickling down the cliff?
Cold the water gets.
Faster, peasant! Pole that skiff!
He who shirks regrets!
Thistle in an empty field?
Spartan on the shield.
Wound in side that never healed.
Heart-blood a-congealed.
O xylophone, thy plaintive note.
Balloons love to float.
O ye travelers, pack thy tote!
Red the riddle rote...
Written: August 02, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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"As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin." ~ Pablo Neruda
When the sky unfurls your silhouette,
like moonlight glazed in sequined haze,
I breathe the ache, cradle the air~
on tiptoes beneath quivering stars,
to taste poetry within your warmth,
free-flowing on the sighs of silence,
where silken veins mirror tender dreams
of soulmates engrossed in rainbow mists.
But am I to remain a veiled verse,
an irrelevant flame ~ a blemished rhyme,
as songs within your heart fall out of sync,
amidst paper promises, still forged in love,
beneath the wings of gossamer sparks,
raining tears of memories...
Asleep, breathing cheerful dreams ~ Ethereal fragility;
Gossamer hallucinations igniting jocund, kaleidoscopic luminescence;
Magical night-time observations, projecting quirky reflections;
Smoky tableau ushering versatile waves, x-rays yielding zenith.
Unclemnt breathe penetrates through gossamer
Losing momentum
It's control dissipates
The curser loses his grip
And slips into slumber
Eclipsed by the new virgin empress
Excserting her power with sunshine-arousing kisses
Awakening fertile ground
The Robin sings and spreads his wings
The virgin Empress
A virgin no more
Heavily pregnant
The prospect of new birth
And abundant prosperity
The climate is now more clement
The new mantel Disrobes
Shedding it's fleecy overcoat
For more appropriate attire
The birth is now on its way
And expectations are High
Now delivered
Bursts into fruition
Pushing through the barren teratherma
Reaching stretching forever upward toward the transparent sky
Now cleared of its cursed obliterating smothering shroud
Tears of joy now pour down
Welcomed by the evergrowing
parched thirsty barren ground
Now quenched
Blossoming and flourishing in abundant
Majesty and prosperity
Once again
Until the reaper returns
With its choking smothering consuming
Shroud and bite.
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Gossamer threads—that's what's in the mind.
Gossamer vines of the most significant kind
Shining as if adorned with diamond rays.
Or shattering beams through sapphire lays
Our spirits are entangled in angelic dust.
And green moss—our lives will forever adjust.
What a day!—that's now turned to darkness.
Moonshine and gossamer evade my harshness.
In the stillness of the night, a tale unfolds.
Etched in the body exertion is a story untold.
A shape of remembrance, a whispering plea,
An eerie mandala was grown, for all to foresee,
Akin to the first leaf that gently falls,
The story begins as darkness calls.
Silent footsteps patter over the ground.
Unveiling secrets is profound.
The shape of remembrance etched in their hearts
An eternal bond that time won't tear apart.
The body exertion, a dance intertwined,
Two souls entangled, their fates now aligned.
With the light from the moon as its guide,
The story reveals the truth it confides.
In the stillness of the night, emotions ignite.
Passion and longing are burning so bright.
A shape of remembrance, a whispering plea,
The ethereal quilt was built, for us to foresee.
Gossamer heavenly veil, stardust, the vapor of creation.
Haunting beauty everywhere
Autumn spider weaves airy web
Bewitching season I am keenly aware
Gossamer mist so delicately spread.
Spider silk lovingly spun
Wonderful tremulous gossamer lace
Weaver satisfied her web is done
Glorious Autumn full of grace.
Mist and cobwebs create a spell
I live in a gossamer dream
Magical moment paints artful carousel
Nature beguiles with seductive theme.
G Words
Chosen Word: Gossamer
Sponsored
by
Constance La France
23/02/2023
Pixabay image: Bittermuir
I cross the boundary of illusion
in a poet's dream
through a thin-texture web
that waves before me
words of black, pass in front of me
one word after another
flickers before my eyes
everything is fragile, delicate
then falls by the wayside
into a darkness
a winding road lays before me
twisting and turning
to disappear into a gossamer veil
that hangs from nowhere
shades and shadows are hiders of its secret
they call me, inviting me
to lift this veil of illusion
where dreamers dream
I balance on a thin thread
that stretches across an immense canyon
where words rise slowly
to be plucked from the air
without falling into the unknown
where imagination is boiling over
forming new words
creating the gossamer veil
in my dream
2/21/23
contest Writing Challenge- G-words
sponsor Constance La France
A spider very elegantly weaves,
Betwixt walls or roofs or clandestine eaves;
Net-like, silky-spin-like, royal-yarn-like,
When torn, weaves from the start again, lifelike...!
Who taught this tiny creature such wonder?
Umbrella-like, lace-shrine-like, hearts plunder;
Who on earth do any humans entwine?
Though having entire energy spent in...?
Flowery forms! Curvedly curly shapes!
Blossomy glow-some; nicely nestled capes;
The creator has made things creative,
Incomprehensibly innovative...!!!
21 February 2023
In pale dawn light, when dew drops glisten,
I listen to a chorus of larks as they chatter.
Scattered about my garden, lilies are in bloom.
Perfumed petals varnished by the fulgent sun.
Spun, is a tangled web between the leaves,
as a busy spider weaves a gossamer snare.
October 11, 2022
Bitesize Poem No. 53
A contest by Line Gauthier
my words are gossamer, diaphanous
and wispy
my lines cobwebs of chiffon
I pen in blood ink
sublime are my thoughts
rapturous I write into the night
turning words into poetry
from deep within I pull emotions
bleeding, bleeding from my pen . . .
is my brokenness and eternal
grief . . .
slowly, I remove the red soaked dagger
from my heart
and the pain is dripping, dripping
and the pieces of my heart lay
beneath my pen . . . like shards of glass
but, I use every shattered fragment
all those pieces that are me
and in time
I have used each piece each one
for I have found a strength
unfathomable . . . in writing
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July 04, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/writing words gossamer
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1471-646-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/06/2022
First Place
Beauty flies in on gossamer wings
Appearing naturally all about us
Dragonflies, butterflies, similar things
Such pleasure each creature brings
No wonder my receptive heart sings
While all the world is making a fuss
Beauty flies in on gossamer wings
Appearing naturally all about us.
Written March 22, 2022
Bright-coloured butterflies flutter in the morning sky,
Their filmy fragile wings throbbing in dawn's tranquility,
Like little heartbeats dancing in tandem with the tawny sun...
They flit from flower to flower, sipping sweet ambrosia,
Like waltzing wraithlike wisps of aurora's wonderland...
Exquisite winged creatures of delicate beauty,
They frolic freely, sashaying with gossamer gentleness...
Elegantly ornate, they are beautiful to watch,
With the orange orb completing the serene picture...
Such ethereal enchantresses remind us to praise their Creator.
8th March 2022
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