*Image of Indiana History by Giphy.
Autumn Awakes
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
A coolness settles, shorter days advanced,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong,
Southward birds fly, so parts summer birdsong,
Mid leaves lay spiked beech, acorn--care enhanced,
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
Sweetness in brambles flourished berries throng,
Black, elder, wild rasp--touched tastebuds danced,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong,
Favored spots, here and there, all lists are long,
'Tis time hearts invent for landscape has entranced,
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
Deep verdant Ivy becomes, draped headlong,
Few flowers blooms hugged flown insects instanced,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong,
Harvested tabled, prayers blessed belong,
Autumn picturesque, surroundings felt...glanced,
Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong,
Easterlies, westerlies, tradewinds strong.
2020 August 21
*7th Place*
Serenity Awakened
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2020 August 27
*1st Place*
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (20)any form any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 August 03
Categories:
instanced, appreciation, autumn,
Form: Villanelle
surprises
delight filled moments
frivolity to confound
a sojourn
from melancholy
prolific,dazzling bliss
a committed devotion
a displayed impulse
voluptuous in energy
encompassing
surrounding illusions of intimacy
instanced,deduced,educed
seduced
an experimental collage
decorative,suddenly fashioned
the fragile outlined
throwaway disregards
irreverent
never solemn
Categories:
instanced, allusion, art,
Form: Verse
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
It flounces from their grasp, withers
Away in the solar wind it burns
Itself in the remnants of
What once was a beautiful mind,
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
In this instanced reality
Parallel our own treasured find
Whisked away on the breeze it yearns
Awhile for its past then thinks, as
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
These creatures of habit turn to
Only what they knew, will never know
The truth in starlight again nor the
Real beauty of the sun's glow
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
"Nolite umquam oblivisci"
*Took 5th place in the February 2012 International Poetry Soup contest.
Categories:
instanced, introspection, loss, people, wisdom,
Form: Quatern
This returning march seems parallel
to that God's choosing am impelled
to wile away all losing
not some instanced recognize!
The gifts I sought excelled
are fully given not excise,
my heart sure ridden with concise
delivers that injustice realize!
Now nothing new can compromise
my faith so driven with demise,
my soul forgiven knows its size,
no more the loft impersonating lies!
Return to pathways hidden, so advise
enumerating virtue, nor implies
I ask again for hope as truth complies ~
it is my vespers keeping . . . Godly tries!
Categories:
instanced, devotion,
Form: Rhyme