Like sugar
from bottom
of cup
love swirls
sweetness
to the top
with rosy
expectations
it starts
till rains
start muddling
its heart
then love
opens umbrella
surprise
till sun returns
its shine
chocolates
blue roses
sweet dreams
maturing
through smiles
and icy winds
like seasons
of earth
life spins
around center
sunflower
within
illumed by Sun
unseen
young forever
lamp of fire
Love
eternal
Second Place Winner: Brian Strand- Premiere contest 1462-4/12/26
beyond
normality
far-away
looks
of contemplation
wayward
innocent
embodiments
in
subliminal
motifs
of
passive
consciousness
&
perception
illumed
insights
faculties
aberration
of awareness
in
authentic
transcription
the
inconceivable
inhibited
attuned
to
sensibility
within
inchoate
contingent
stimuli
individual
thresholds
inseparable
preludes
drift
&
circulate
in
a repertoire
of
shadowed
silence
sky weeping ice tears
hanging lamps on pine branches
illumed by streetlights
ice crystal flowers
sparkling on pine tree branches
illumed by streetlights
Half the moon sits aloft the Jovian star
Its other half away in green pastures far
She sat leaning ‘neath the peering lights
That ever pervade such provoking nights
Are they dim, or are they bright
Small in stature or stood upon dizzying heights
From where she sat it was hard to tell
Then suddenly one fell
She traced it by its silver tail
As it illumed the hanging clouds
Then streaked across the glooming dale
Revealing the wandering shrouds
It tumbled down and out of sight
In a spiraling trail of rainbow light
Bronze blackened
by fingers
tactile traces
three dimensional
visual joy
imagination illumed
displayed forever
in stilled life
to touch a dream
&be touched
by
poses for posterity
human forms
in creative postures
displaying
the beauty
that resides
in us all
from finger
toe to torso
a visual close-up
life-size
sensuous & tactile
a journey
for the eyes
to dwell
& meditate
consider & respond
to an invitation
to kiss to think
to applaud
the inherent
sculptured
reality
Venice canals, a gondola
A love song on the mandola
The notes I play ring clear and bright
They waft and float into the night
There beneath the light of moon
That shines on you, illumed, I swoon
But catch myself before I fall
Your beauty has me steeped in awe
You shift your body on the seat
Then look at me with eyes so sweet
You pat the spot that's next to you
For me to sit, and so I do
And then the greatest thing takes place
You place a kiss right on my face
Then say, "You know, right? Dos, I do"
And I respond, "I love you too"
...Cara Mia, Ti Amo Con Tutto Il Cuore...
Lamp posts eyes
through cracks
of curtains
spying
sewing needles
through mine
uninvited
screeching tires
honking horns
sirens
plucking mind’s guitar
unstop.
Take me to the Sonoran
steal into a hut
while its inhabitant
hunts
fall asleep in its belly
hidden
from rattling reptiles
hunting grasshoppers
coyotes
the howling hunter mouse
monsters, giants
the Gila, the Iguana
scorpions!
Take me to the Sonoran
illumed by the Saguaro
opening its white petals
at night
a lamp post of
candelabra flowers
where lizards
on waking
take sunbeams
showers
savoring magic
of orange red
golden yellow flowers
winking at sunset
and vanishing.
Honk, honk! Screech!
Splash!
Spilled my glass
of chamomile
slumbering on the sandy
waterless beach
of the Sonoran.
like a hush …
sentinel …
the old willow stood guard
his branches, stout arms that held her
safe in childhood
supple limbs hugged and
flexed whene'er she sought blue sky
his embrace of lush fronds
let no rain wet her brow ...
their sweep offering but a kiss of gentle breath
and cool shade in the heavy
press of Summer heat
while shimmering strands of light
illumed her play time …
all her life he had gallantly charged her safety
but oh, how he weeped now from
his twisted old roots
as to-and-fro she swayed
at the end …
of a rope.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden, September 22, 2017
The only thing better than snowstorms
Is watching them with you
So sit down on this blanket
And I'll bring tea for two
Could I interest you in staying?
I have an extra room
I'll put another log on
To keep the room illumed
This way you need not worry
We'll stay up late tonight
And when we do get tired
I'll just turn out the light
And if we fall asleep
In each other's arms
We'll keep each other company
And I would be becharmed
To share with you my blanket
It's soft and warm inside
I got it many years ago
For two it's nice and wide
And speaking of these blankets
I thought you'd like to know
This one's made from wool
The one outside is made from snow
ACTUALITY
so remote
distinction
between
appearance &
where
reality
exists
illumed
self-assertive
yet fallible
by
mutual suspicion
insecurity
&petty
appearance
but
unusually
interactive
&
motivated
focused
&purposed
perspective
with the idea
of
love
in
relationship
so very real
with a sense
denial of self
capable
of
genuinely
telling
&
portraying
a life
free to be
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
A hand of sand in spectrum of flow of time,
ministering thoughts by simple pantomime.
So many sand-curies it has been,
and dessert hills moved gently keen.
Caravans slow vicissitude by blow of wind,
seasick on a camel ride pinned.
Motion rise and sink in endless obscure,
sensuous dunes proportioned contour.
Wandering aimless not by imagination,
creating landscapes of ancient preparation.
Illumed wilderness same same horizon,
only more sand for pilgrimage compromising.
The oasis coming in confident of fate,
to resolute the heart before it is to late.
Have we passed that shimmering crystal tower?
coming closer to the counting passing hour.
Gazing up and escaping these narrow walls,
the shifting sand and its sustaining falls.
This little golden thread dilate into column plain,
pursuing my thoughts regardless the time in vain.
A world too small for times in loving ponder,
timeless appreciation and all its precious wonder.
Festive bells ringing midnight
greatest salvation event announcing
God descend to frailty from might
born of Virgin in a stable crying
Angels' lights illumining night sky
hymns of peace and joy from on high
shepherds in fields their sheep guarding
with their lamp to the manger guiding
With Mary and Saint Joseph in the hay
bowed in adoration pray
in piercing cold of night
illumed by the Baby splendor light.
Second Place: Brian Strand-Podium-1/2/21
The natural& the normal,synthetic yet,small scale,regular and the
irregular, embossed.Illumed in the artificial light .Drawings and legible forms intrique and beguile creating mind-games in memory.
Characature & cartoon avant-garde of the geometric in three dimensional desire.
Bronze blackened by fingers,tactile traces,three dimensional visual joy.Ideas from a prison freed ,imagination illumed displayed forever as movement in still life.Touch a dream,for and by us ,be touched
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