Stunning silver moon of lambent light I see,
each night you listen to my fervent plea...
You must wonder when will my sorrow end.
On your indulgent patience I've come to depend.
I watch as shadowed clouds veil your eyes,
as if you play hide and seek, wearing a disguise.
Often, I fall asleep, dreaming of flying to you,
sadly, awakened as sunlight dries morning dew.
I've unfinished work because of your splendor.
Dear glowing moon, to you my heart I'd surrender.
If from my window I could ask you for a dance,
I would become a star in hopes we'd find romance.
Alas, I fear my wishes shall never come to fruition
and if it were possible, would you give permission?
When I see you rising, this room becomes a cage,
and I a lonely bird, an idle poet staring at a blank page.
If only I could escape my plight and take you as a lover,
I'd come to you when outside my window you hover.
Categories:
lambent, longing,
Form: Rhyme
lonesome lark sings in cornfields
lambent love ignites the night
a secret beat our hearts skip
you kiss with your eyes
Categories:
lambent, kiss,
Form: Dodoitsu
dawn
brightens
morning skies
her hand brushes
lambent shades of gold
soft hues of blue
hint of blush
painting
dawn
Categories:
lambent, light, morning,
Form: Ninette
Velvet paper tinctured pink,
A red rose at its crest;
The whittled feather, bathed in ink,
Set to bare its best.
A lambent candle close at hand
With dancing, flitting flare;
Where evening translates its command
And nothing stirs the air.
Words are authored, truly writ,
Where, from the soul they flow;
As on the page they snugly sit,
Affection to bestow.
Filling out each careful line,
Each one a work of art,
Hand and mind, with pen, entwine
Concerted to the heart.
And when the tender prose she'll read
And tastes the chaste romance.
She feels a shivered chill, indeed,
Deep in her breast ~ per chance?
And as the fondest words engage,
Seen through her moistened eyes:
A teardrop falls to blot the page
And stays and never dries.
Categories:
lambent, emotions, feelings, first love,
Form: Romanticism
Like a mourning dove, my lament is spilled
I cry in grief as shadowed night grows cold
Spirit crushed from love's promise, unfulfilled
Burdensome sorrows in my heart unfold
Succumbed by tears, I piteously weep
In sullen thoughts and restless sleep, I dwell
'cross the skies, Luna flies in lambent sweep
With consoling hope, or my tolling knell?
On winds of change, I'd soar to zenith height
With wings fanned in poetic volition
Never again fearing a mawkish night
No room for gloom, nor fear of perdition
My eyes long for benevolence anew
Where the world is adorned in hues of blue
11~17~2020
Winds of Change
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
lambent, loneliness,
Form: Sonnet
Lambent
Lychee leaf lambent
lilac layered loadstone ledge
lachrymose lagoon
Maze
Milky moonlight maze
mystic marvel magnet moults
magic mother’s muse
Nomads
Nightingale nurtures
nonplussed nomads nestling near
nascent neon nooks
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Jenish Somadas
Date submitted - 26th July 2020
Alphabets in sequence - L,M,N
Categories:
lambent, art, beautiful, birth, caregiving,
Form: Alliteration
Gondoliers navigate these old canals
that saw much joy
and cherished glory;
go and tell about your trades
and mischievous love-affairs,
when voluptuous women
enticed your many travels
and drove you into flaming passions...
Lambent lagoon,
impeccably domineering,
but impoverished by a loss so great...
that even the Saint Mark's bells toll in regret!
Lambent lagoon,
your lost treasures weren't lavishly spent;
they are still here hidden by sturdy walls,
and cherished by people visiting
a city trapped in its magnificence,
unable to admit its decadence...
Proud and handsome gondoliers,
row your gondolas under the splendid bridges
and sing of a glorious past
that will never come back;
these streets,squares and canals
that marked its sudden rise,
also lamented its quick dawnfall...
with the sail-ships anchored at shore!
Lambent lagoon,
I rejoice in your indelible glories
and express grief for your losses;
but your greatness is still recaptured...
to comfirm an aura so unconcealed
by the appearance of the glimmering moon!
Categories:
lambent, loss, nostalgia, people, places,
Form: Narrative