Solstice in a Velvet Hush
Written September 10, 2026 for Your Personal Poetry Wheel Challenge
Challenge Dates: September 7, 2026 - September 12, 2026.
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Relationships bloom in the hush,
Where solstice stomps its purple flush.
No anger, no storm,
Just calmness in form,
A feather of love in the crush.
Written September 10, 2026 for Your Personal Poetry Wheel Challenge
Challenge Dates: September 7, 2026 - September 12, 2026.
Verified by HMS.COM / 8 - 8 - 5 - 5 - 8
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Relationships bloom in the hush,
Where solstice stomps its purple flush.
No anger, no storm,
Just calmness in form,
A feather of love in the crush.
Written: August 3rd, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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Sapphire rays glimmer beneath willow trees;
Emerald awnings, swirling in sweet breeze.
A ledge of leaves—penumbral shadows play,
Each kin-bound heart is rooted all the way.
We meet as one, a sole breed growing whole—
Sunlight furrows the branches of one soul.
We fought with monsters and became monsters fighting the insane acting out in strange displays dancing nonsense in a cave imprisoned by a thousand lies we designed to contain a willful child, and with hammer blows and the whips we made ourselves better slaves then the slaves who came before with fevered dreams drunken prose spoken lost and broken noses, broken skulls, broken bones tore through flesh, the fear, the fear, I miss my friends, those younger days, it seemed to me we would never grow old, tired. VIXI.
Poem 17 Note. . . vixi liber et moriar: "I have lived free and I will die free"
Words, they say, are a powerful tool
To share thoughts and express emotions.
Instances, there are, when they are less potent,
In moments spent in meaningful silence.
When understanding life is taking a toll,
Direly confusing and overwhelming,
A minute of solitude will calm the soul,
And escape the noise, often troubling.
When tempers soar, anger flares,
When utterances cut deep within,
Trading no speeches, nor even a stare;
Is a fire doused by water, resembling.
When an idea shared is taken for granted,
Like a wind passing, no bearing, no weight,
Wisdom dictates that dignity be protected;
To keep mum is a clever sleight.
When the soul seems to go astray
And wanders an unfamiliar path,
A quietude may help find the way,
And heal all personal scathe.
hushed
hearts
hear
heaven’s
hidden
hymns,
holding
humble
hope
high
conditioned to adhere to a prudish code
when suddenly confronted we shy away
feeling debts to social etiquette are owed
but if winds of passion in heart make us sway
perhaps our subconscious we need to decode
that we stand erect both by night and by day
looking not at objects but their inner light
our tranquil heart pulsating with bliss delight
thoughts arise, tail wags the dog
events in this dream we log
a great game but let thoughts rest
blest by God, in heart’s bliss nest
sounds of silence pervade form
hum of bliss is now the norm
shapes shift on time’s horizon
in staid stillness we wisen
hush, a quieting word
hush up, a fighting phrase
hush-hush, a soothing term
hush puppy – tasty salty treat
husk, a hull of corn
husky, a stout curved-tailed dog
husking, shucking corn in Iowa
husky man, beefy, chunky and muscular
similar words
sometimes spelled identically
multiple meanings
English is not an easy language
A hush drifts through the waking day,
a quiet pulse that will not stay;
it lingers where the shadows bend,
a breath the morning tries to mend,
soft echo of a fading ray.
Moments rise, then slip away,
unraveling in their tender sway~
yet still the whisper finds its end:
a hush drifts through.
The world repeats its small ballet,
turning time in its own way;
what’s lost may circle back again,
arriving where it once had been~
a hush drifts through.
Autumn braids
the murmuring of silver grass
and seats the fields
Autumn draws
the long sigh of maple leaves
and lays the mountains down
Autumn softens
the reproach of chrysanthemums
and lulls the river to sleep
By the riverside
the reproach of chrysanthemums is soothed
and quietly falls asleep
By the mountainside
the long sigh of maple leaves is coaxed
and gently lies down
Across the fields
the murmuring of silver grass gathers
and sits in stillness
Light falls without claim,
a gentle hush on the heart~
pure, unbidden gift.
Even the weary rise up
when grace remembers their name.
The Hush of Tranquility
Then Tranquility, a word of gentle might,
From Latin's tranquillus, bathed in softest light.
It speaks of quiet, of a world at rest,
Where hurried footsteps are no longer pressed.
It is the stillness of a forest glade,
The silent moment, perfectly unmade
By human clamor, or the city's drone,
A sacred space where one can be alone.
Tranquility is found in nature's sweep,
The placid lake, the mountain's rugged steep.
It is the absence of all outward sound,
On holy, hushed, and consecrated ground.
Its very essence is a peaceful state,
A quiet harbor, past the storms of fate.
Life is a dream, rest in playful jest,
befriend silence, give soul some room,
to be by God’s grace blest, lest
mind-womb becomes our tomb.
Come , hush of eve as hands unfold
stillness tinged with prayer;
My breaths flinging the gritty cold
As peace lies restful there.
Inner core lilts, to flow
With gentle soul aglow;
Dissolving frayed hours' blow.
When' mind's roars leave...
Come, hush of eve.
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2nd place
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