To be lost in Her magnificence:
pristine and pleasant
alive every moment
renewing and moving...
To see the charm:
The charm of an Idyllic Spirit...
As I wander through
widespread wilderness...
My eyes' lenses capture
the flourishing bucolic beauty
of a breathtaking view:
a panoramic terrain of rugged hills
surrounded by grassy hummocks
beside a still lake - gleaming,
reflecting the highland and steep hills
in yellow dazzling sunlight.
The foreground is adorned
with sunlit grey pebbles
glistening in crystal clear water
of the shallow unruffled blue lake.
The silent brown hill:
rough, rocky and lofty;
Wildflowers and bushes
embellish the distant ravines.
The steep towering hill
seems to whisper a secret
to the fleecy white clouds
in the clear blue sky -
A secret no one heard thus far
in heaven or earth...
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Date: 09/15/2021
"L" Contest New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
hummocks, nature,
Form: Free verse
I await your coming for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high. The lilac branches are still bare and shivering in the laggard lion’s breath of March. They await your kiss, the Monarch of summer.
purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches --
daffodils bloom
Though all the tulips are gone having served as dessert for gophers, the worm and the grubs stir in the wet spring soil. The hyacinths have replaced the crocus’s blue, the paper narcissus now, scent the air.
red breasted robins
hop between hummocks of grass --
bird baths fill with rain
From within a green pupa, soon, you will stir. The membrane will thin, sheer as a curtain in a spring breeze, adorned in polka dots and wings. See your pin-thin limbs stir like the crinolines of spindle legged virgin daughter at first communion. You will emerge with lash long antennae ready to fly.
leaves of cone flowers
push through the brown soil of spring --
anthills rise
I await your coming for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high. Though the lilac branch's still bare and shivering in the laggard lion’s breath of March awaiting your kiss, Monarch of summer, butterflies born.
Date 10/14/13
Categories:
hummocks, nature, daffodils,
Form: Haibun
I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer.
purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches --
daffodils bloom
Though all the tulips are gone
having served as desert for gophers,
the worm and the grubs stir in the wet spring soil…
and the hyacinths have replaced the crocus’s blue
the paper narcissus now, scent the air.
red breasted robins
hop between hummocks of grass --
bird bathes fill with rain
From the within the green pupa, soon
you will stir ..the membrane will thin, sheer as a curtain
in a spring breeze adorned in polka dots
and wings like the crinolines of spindle legged
virgin daughters at first communion...
you will emerge with lash long antennae ready to fly.
leaves of cone flowers
push through the brown soil of spring --
anthills rise
I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer
butterflies born.
Forms: Free Verse & haiku
Categories:
hummocks, animals, devotion, inspirational, life,
Form: Haibun
Kookaburras
are found in Australia,
they are not pretty birds
with a lovely call,
but racous enough
to mistake it
for laughter, or even screams of amusement.
Kookaburras
love to ride kangaroos,
and sometimes
they hang on their tails,
so they make them run faster than tigers...
to scare the Tasmanian wolves away
resting on sun-dried hummocks of fresh excavations.
Kookaburras
scorn puling children,
the ones who are spoiled
enough to get what they want
by not eating pumpernickel,
but demand white bread...
watch the hungry kookaburras devour everything!
Categories:
hummocks, children, funny, nature, places,
Form: Free verse
Faces everywhere
in trailer hitches
and granite spar
Jelling dragons sit and stare.
Faces everywhere
in gnarled tree trunks
with gapping maw
Munch’s scream saw.
Faces everywhere
snarling faces
with frightening frowns
from hummocks in the ground.
Furrowed brows
All seeing eyes
untidy drool
fermenting anger Nature’s pool.
Who’s alone?
Not eye?
Who thinks they’re alone
under the sky?
Can’t you see?
Don’t you know?
Each objects spirit is etched
Just so.
Categories:
hummocks, introspection
Form: Rhyme