As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
A delicate design, gently painted are white ink spots on each wispy wing
polka dots align her spine, O what a sight for sore eyes in virgin spring
A fancy moth is what some say, an insect with a marbled brown fringe ‘til they're taken aback by flair’s array, iridescent cerulean and teal tinge
A thousand miles she will fly, against Fall's tender cool azure sky
golden rays her solar compass, to orient her pathways—alas
Her journey comes to an end, up the coast where time she’ll spend
Vanessa flutters by, a painted lady, a butterfly
It’s cold
It snowed
I shivered
I shoveled
A Solstice sun
Silently smirked
Iridescent icicles
Licked their lips
A crunch of crusted snow
Battled the scritch of shovels
Headless snowmen
Wandered in wonder
I shoveled
I shivered
It snowed
It’s cold
Iridescent innocence,
a spectacle of stars
dripping down delicately;
Instigating imagination
that storms a sea of sabbatical;
Dangerous and deranged;
May its magic manifest momentous.
Power to invoke aesthetic delight,
is found in cave of heart, betwixt bliss beats,
teleporting soul to zenith like height,
love’s refrain that unendingly repeats.
Subtler than the subtlest scent to us known,
God’s elixir sublime enlivens form,
revealing deep truths, to us alone known,
soothed by magnetised mists, both cool and warm.
Slowing down life’s pace, we garner God’s grace,
felt as light radiating from our core,
holding pristine presence in close embrace,
bliss that leaves heart begging for an encore.
In timeless time as we become the flame,
endless bliss rapture is our claim to fame.
Fairy bird was a mythical bird thought to bring good fortune
She had a melodious voice, and was known in mythology
Today’s fairy bird is an iridescent blue
She lives in the forests of Vietnam, Philippines and Asia.
She eats figs, fruits and berries.
I like to think she also brings good fortune, don’t you?
My new clogs are iridescent,
Making people stop and stare,
Which doesn’t happen to the other
Shoes that I might wear.
The color’s kind of different
From the way they looked online,
Yet once I tried them on I knew,
Of course, that they’d be mine.
First they’re greenish, then they’re purple,
Like some feathers on a duck.
If you’re trying to describe them,
You’d be mostly out of luck.
For the thing with iridescence
Is the way the colors shift,
Though their very changeability
Helps make my spirits lift.
iridescent beads of dew
loving the way of you today
magnified by my appreciative mind
I imagine being inside one of your glorious drops
urging the grass to shoot up
Binural filters
blind chasms of endless drifts
cosmic adventures
welcomed Event Horizons
wormhole games of hide and seek
sipping sweet syrup
ruby throated hummingbird ~
flower flutterer
August 23rd, 2020
Haiku - Color With Alliteration
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
ducks
hear the
splashing feet
of a young girl
that sends rings of iridescent ripples
across the placid surface of the pond
signaling them
to gather
for free
food
Shadows illuminate my existence and is the light in my darkness,
Creations together one after the other,
We are as one, Walking by as the shadows embark on the earth,
The iridescent sunset of crystals of colors from the watery leaf and darkness
from beneath, lining it's curved beauty in the shadows below.
As the sun sets and my shadowy darkness grows into night coveting my body
into slumber flight it moves into the shadows of silver light with a half moon, that
shines from above to light the sky and stars above.
Iridescent clouds – spidery shreds of rainbow star dust
struts like Madonna
an iridescent peacock
obviously male
Entered: Bird Themed Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Written 7/26/2018
a host of wild flowers vying for attention...
in vain I search for elusive love
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A two line contest
hosted by Silent One
Placed 2nd
At the highest point,
The suns iridescent rays swing back and forth in a steady rhythm against a backdrop of yellow, Brown and green hues.
I agree quietly without protest with all that surrounds me;
And I've been hypnotized by the inimitable view.
As the model of perfection declines in power;
My steps follow the leaf hidden path as the shrouded canopy beckons me to join the dance of the falling leaves.
With the meeting place set and the theme of a waltz;
We awaits he accompaniment if the wind.
The intermittent music flows in and out of the canopy as It increased in power with each bar it plays.
It dispels a great number of supple hues to me.
Acting suddenly without thought;
I lift my face skyward and accentuate the stretch If my arms and My body shifts continually as it keeps the rhythm of each bend and bow the canopy displays to me.
Each bow relinquishes a rain of leaves simultaneously and yet seperately do they turn, spin and swirl to the harmonious time as they seem to forever dance with me.
By Christy Teas
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