Veiled by clever branches, limbs
silken strands, protecting me
from the eyes who’re like pseudonyms
beckoning with iris’ clever and wild
secreted beneath gossamers, flowing
in whispers of hope for the morn
risking each breathless moment, unknowing
what to expect with the journey’s quest
shrouded by the strands, elusive
like the moment when I knew true pain
beyond the shadows, so abusive
feeling the fears who reach my soul
concealed from a world who hurries
never allowing my heart to heal
these wisps of melancholic flurries
remember locks who write the songs
unseen by those who might discourage me
each curl, each tress, each quiet tuft
silences the fears who seem to guarantee
expressing myself means letting go
hidden by the mane who drifts, curving
sinuous and graceful, a layer of shelter
always protecting and preserving
so I have refuge, a haven, a secure home
unseen, my eyes hide beneath the maze
a mane of defense, shielding me from foes
those who might not understand my gaze
only see the pain and never what I gain
Categories:
gossamers, hair,
Form: Other
Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
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Coagulation
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.
Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters of millstones
For ruminating relics to follow,
Thin images of wispy encounters
Fade
In lost chords of words,
Ghosts gel from gashes.
Impostors of reality
Spit rebellious clots into ruminating plateaus,
And phantoms,
To leave a crimson stain
On unwelcomed daylight and martyred Mondays
Stirring penance from clotting confessions.
Tourniquets unbound,
Veins transfused congeal in coalescence
As platelets and corpuscles gather yesterday
Into the flow, a cadence, blood pressure restored,
The pulse of reminiscence throbs
Memoirs course through venous vessels,
Then seek a place
To dream.
Categories:
gossamers, health, life,
Form: Free verse
Life on the windward side of our island,
at times, the tradewinds persuade downpour,
still, the sun light's gods and goddesses tanned.
Sailboats adrift, surfers thrill life ashore,
nightlife widespread mingling tingles aura,
at times, the tradewinds persuade downpour,
Fauna ground or inflight abound flora,
gossamers swaying entertain loved ones,
nightlife widespread mingling tingles aura,
Albatross' solitaries north isle runs,
regulars gadflies surrealists' gawking,
gossamers swaying entertain loved ones,
Infamy physicist Stephen Hawking,
come visit a true Paradise like those,
regulars gadflies surrealists' gawking,
Cameras clicking smiling faces pose,
life on the windward side of our island,
come visit a true Paradise like those,
still, the sun light's gods and goddesses tanned.
Categories:
gossamers, adventure, analogy, beach, beautiful,
Form: Terzanelle
>>>
cavorted about as elfin brides
under a saffron maple tree^^^^
Dressed in prism-hued layers
of chiffon in ethereal shimmers
and delicate silken gossamers
They having their group wedding in the fall
And fairy folk bustled about all round
as flimsy and flighty as they could be
while henna leaves fell upon the brides,
>>>>> in ceremonial nuptial
An autumn's breezy ritual>>>Branches denuded
Yet autumn's august>>>
in honey fallen maple leaves as well
>>>>Playing hide'n' seek
with browny brownie grooms
also camouflaged in the heap...>>>
( beautiful quote 7)
Categories:
gossamers, autumn, fairy, wedding,
Form: Blank verse
Within this noonday sultry light
The comely springs in constant joy alarms
When streams and birds and fields unite
To cheer the day with loving charms.
Beside the creeks of fragrant flowers
Drooping on the mumuring winds of May
Gossamers winged in the sober hours
When larks had sang their last prayer.
There below the weeping tree
A thousand ants their troops deployed
To swiftly sieze that golden bee
When her tender wings destroyed.
So sad the day,yet so glad the light
Hanging on lustrous grass that glide
The lulling winds that takes to flight
On lapping waves expanding wide.
It brought the distant pollen grains
The tulips,the maples,the oaks,the birch
And sweet clovers from the island plains
On verdant pastures,to lightly perch.
How rich the sirens of marriage bells
Drawing back on the distant shores
Where anchored a ship vacant dwells
To greet the ocean as it roars.
These holy notes still lingers deep
A sweet assault that grace me
And when the winds of night would creep
Its notes would drift me out to sea.
So clear the skies cloaked with night
That warmed up my eyes with beam
But swifly ends my fair delight
For this moment was just a dream.
Categories:
gossamers, beauty, creation, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Doctors say we should get plenty of sleep. Here is how an aging citizen reacted:
After exclaiming, “O Lord, let me rest,
For I’m weary and my body is bone tired,”
The old man slipped deeper into the fluff.
His chair slowly reclined.
Eyelids became sandbags, breathing slowed,
Feet, leaden weights.
With mouth agape, nasal noises rose in the room.
He dreamed of striped watermelons.
His torso soared like red-mottled gossamers,
Undulating over golden forsythia fields,
Slowly upward toward cotton clouds.
O sweet, invigorating rest!
Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heaven laden,
And I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 KJV
Categories:
gossamers, family,
Form: Narrative