The who was
inside you.
I want to discover,
a foam-born deity,
killing the moon.
You destroyed
me in the poems.
I cannot weave the
moonlight on the
jessamines.
Can you send
a message to Mars ?
It is too crowded on
the earth. There was
no room for the muse.
Satish Verma
Categories:
jessamines, art,
Form: ABC
I rode daily through Waterbury rocky hills
when Spring and Fall enchanted drivers
who saw evergreen tops vacillate over dreamy landscapes;
and between then and now...Autumn
still dazzles me more with its flaming red leaves
decorating highway trees, one never feels afraid or alone.
Stop to admire jessamines and sweet peas cling to reddish barks,
as they spread their aroma while sunshine makes lightening sparks
among wide branches bearing no fruit of any kind;
take the same highway and watch deers run wild!
Notation: Waterbury, CT
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russell Sivey's contest,
" Autumn Splendor "
Categories:
jessamines, adventure, happiness, nature, peace,
Form: Rhyme