Fallen leaves upon the ground,
Luxuriously spread and interwound.
Producing a carpet of bedecked Autumn Leaves,
Displaying an image you can't believe.
Rose Dust, Corn Silk, Ruby Red and Dark Green,
Not forgetting Almond Brown, Orange that paint this scene,
This array of colors found in New England towns,
Come together and become Autumn's Crown.
Categories:
interwound, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Round and around goes the merry - go - round,
Whirling and twirling like a spring that's unwound.
Raising upwards childrens feet off the ground,
As their screams of delight, created a deafening sound,
While holding on tightly with their arms interwound.
Now everyone frowned, when they shut the playground,
Time to leave, as they wend homeward bound.
5 / 2 / 2022.
Nursery Rhyme.
Sponsor Eve Roper.
Categories:
interwound, children, fun,
Form: Rhyme
(Contest Rules: Use as many words that sound like:
bound, browned, clowned, crowned, drowned, found
frowned, gowned, ground, hound, mound, pound,
round).
On the forest ground, Fred quickly found
a small bird downed and interwound
inside a nest mound- brown twig bound;
looking around- she chirped a sound.
Inbound winds made the nest unbound!
The bird was round, blue feather-gowned,
and must go homebound to rebound-
away from hounds in the campground.
Now, in the background, was a foxhound!
Fred, helmet-crowned- with bird spellbound
inside downed nest- climbed up, branch-bound,
to rebound nest a safe compound.
The once-downed bird chirped thanks abound!
The newfound branch was safe and sound!
For turnaround, Fred was renowned!
Saved the downed bird- blue feather-gowned!
Contest: Nursery Rhyme 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
interwound, adventure, bird, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
A life that no death could ever undo
Long hid portals which remain to be found.
That better life, which all wish to pursue
the secrets of life and death interwound.
Searching and searching, seemingly defeat,
each corner we turn finds new paths to tread.
Stands as the prize in the future we meet,
the secrets we seek, the books of the dead.
Some things we find are better, not revealed,
their meanings like riddles misunderstood.
The less armor worn, we brandish or wield
higher truth follows our message of good.
And as we found in the days of our youth,
we still face the test of absolute truth.
Categories:
interwound, life,
Form: Sonnet