Scarcely had the snow melted
when the violet crocuses bloomed.
I gaze at your crimson scarf—
the one you left behind a year ago
as you vanished into the amethyst dusk.
Once again, I have watched through a hematite night;
a burgundy dawn slowly fades away,
and still, I wait for your iridescent return.
Days of my youth...
I remember quite well
The moment fireflies arrived
across meadows and my front lawn
Twilight time...
at the end of Summer's relentless heat
they appeared as tiny lanterns
each one glimmering in hues of gold
I hope that memory never fades
along with so many from those days
I'd prefer to keep each one of them
when life held no worries or strife
Autumn flies down on wings.
With a gamut of paints, turns green leaves into gold.
In joy, sings.
A true master-
With deft strokes, he changes the old.
Trickster.
On trees,
What hues unfold.
Wiz
Autumn flies down on wings.
With deft strokes, he changes the old.
Wiz
The cool air,the chilling breeze
The cozy days,make one freeze.
The beauty of nature is on its peak
Peace fills the air,we all seek.
The transformation is so wonderful
The vibrant green leaves look so colorful.
The warm sunlight provides a golden glow
The scent of fallen leaves spread with wind blow.
It's the beauty and charm of nature
That includes the mighty and the smallest creature.
Children find this time of the year the best
They play and enjoy...no time for rest.
This is the wonder of nature in fall
That captures attention, with every call.
A season of transition, filled with hues
That mesmerizes us,with its vibrant views.
We need to feel and live the season
To be happy and cheerful, there is a reason.
It's a bliss,a blessing from God
He who is,the Almighty, the Lord...
rainbow in the sky
a medley of hues it bears
colours bloom with a swift swirl~
ahead of the downpour
ants, seeking shelter, invade homes.
Spring, the season I love comes along
Green shoots now sprouts from verdant trees
Soft breeze kiss bystanders` cheeks
Sweet sunshine streams with grace
New life starts to shine
Flowers blossom
In gardens
With bright
Hues
Autumnal colours
a tinge of ruby and peach
upon earth and sky
soft pastel feuille morte hues
warming the hearts
Placed sixth
TANKA poetry contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I would’ve lived on
in a life composed of shades—
Black, white, and million kinds of gray.
Pulsing hearts rarely made sense
when even blood was
the shade of cooled cement.
That’s why you’re a mystery—
Your eyes are vibrant, water dancing
in a grace I cannot name.
They look like celestial crystals—
like if heaven has a shape;
Your hair warm, like autumn
before wind grows chilly.
It reminds me of maple leaves
I inked to seal fall’s harmony;
Your smile stirs—something
in my paralyzed soul.
Like a gentle thunderstorm,
but instead of rain you leave petals.
The camellias caress every
fiber on my skin, the electricity—
Then I knew:
You are color.
You are poetry.
You are the flustered butterfly
whom I felt across the sea.
Salmon pink horizon beguiles as I towel dry
Upon a muted canvas morphs hues at sunset.
The lake decants of its waders and pontoons.
Mirrored waters tranquil—a soothing elixir.
Tidy up and make camp for the night.
The campsite invited blissful slumber.
Natural waters reflected frond umbrellas.
An artificial lake at once sequestered.
Fuchsia shades spackled across dusky skies.
All had surfaced—I dove into a lost horizon.
Ink Hues On A Winding Road
Chapters turning
Leaves falling
Story telling
Intrigued animation serine
Deeper in every page sink beneath
Verge of complex themes
Rewrite unbound verses
Limitless parallel rendered
Lost in absurdities
Books for miles dusty planted in libraries
Sophisticated torrent
All the effort is worth it
Writers block
Brainstorming your thoughts
Achieve novel narratives
Ink hues on a winding road
Written passionate
The love of poetry
Turn every page, uncertain mystery
Dig deep, unfold in suspense journey
Walk with the author on the other side
With greenish sunsets with mint coffee
Kaleidoscopic Life
Life is ephemeral
Like rainbows in the sky
With tints of joy and pains
Of sorrows and sadness
Wrapped as gift embracing
Diversity of hues.
I’m ruby red for passion
Blue sapphire like the sky
Turquoise like the ocean
These gems I have inside
Bluish green in daytime
Purplish red at night
Alexandrite symphony
Reveals my inner light
An amethyst so peaceful
It brings me inner calm
Aquamarine tranquility
My soul sings along
Bloodstone for courage
Citrine golden hues
Diamond strength for purity
So many gems to choose
I was born from stardust
Gems of rainbow hues
I suspect that probably
you my friend, were too.
For Mystic Rose’s, “Spiritual Gem inside me Poetry Contest
July 3rd 2025
A Hall of Mirrors
ill conceived
With dark reflections
to deceive
From front or back
and side to side
Each look impounds
what time proscribes
Were you looking in
or looking out
When Alice voiced
her final shout
A dozen clonings
a thousand views
The glass your jailer
— in silver hues
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
L-ook
U-pon
C-rimson
Y-ears,
G-azing
A-t
R-ed
C-olor
I-mparted
A-round
©bfa060225 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lucy Garcia)
They're smiling leniently don’t be silly
You can’t be apolitical these days
I’m smiling back I don’t trust them initially,
It doesn’t fall under a criminal offence
I’m fascinated by the incongruous lines
Just look at those familiar shapes, distorted
The early cubist paintings make them shine
Not blindingly, but just how you would want it
Ambiguous light of green and brown hues
Strict and fastidious lines, this is my politics
No one’s deprived, humiliated or abused
You’re in your favorite chair watching pics
It’s a spiritual job, not quite a passive leisure
Those pictures move in time can’t stay the same
They grow on you without any measure
Until your mind will get the best of frame
You hang out in the school of old escapers
The shooters cannot see us with their drone
Tomorrows ash deploy yesterdays papers
Don’t ask of yesterdays old girls – all gone.
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