The day passes, same routine unhurried
While this body spirals of old age snail.
Energy movements and fade unworried
Point disembarkation, a blithe inhale.
Living forever at one time did grace.
Life driven dares in adolescent youth
Yielded sound as well as negative truth.
Learning by challenge mistakes we did face.
Surround by garden trim, tall sunflowers
Budding, breathless, and infectious spirit.
Climbing rose latticework, I rest near it.
Eternal sunlight reave through lonely hours.
1/19/2025
Categories:
latticework, change,
Form: Rhyme
Throughout the adventures of creation,
We've seen diversion and parity abound.
Allowing rhyme and reason to co-exist peacefully,
While we all rummage through the lost and found.
The journey has lent itself to misunderstanding,
As structure and status confused many along the way.
Since the latticework for some would be hierarchal,
Mutual support among a team was seen to play.
Historically, we've seen foundational fractures,
As divergent fuels feed frustration and fear.
Because some views could see better or worse than,
Instead of simply different, evolving every year.
This road continues to wind and appear lengthy,
With few rest stops, both far and in between.
Allowing humanity a brief glimpse of the horizon,
Hopefully moving forward, to avoid the obscene.
Caution may be constant and persistent, though
The benefits are often shallow or extreme.
Yet my vision will remain optimistic, that we
Can be different, as well as, equal in this dream.
Categories:
latticework, discrimination,
Form: Narrative
A latticework of frozen sky
sharply defines iced over arboreal statues,
sleeping tree-figures
now dressed in glittering white.
The fields are sunken in chill mists,
magpies forage through the stiff rags of scarecrows,
their black and white plumage
separating shadows from light.
All is bordered by background shapes.
I walk along a windswept wooden fence,
coat flapping loosely like blackbird wings,
in this whiteout I also standout,
painted as I am,
by the rapid sketches of my breath.
Categories:
latticework, poetry,
Form: Free verse
basking in spring with robin songs
verdant leaves in gorgeous green
splendour swings in silken sarongs
summer retreats in change of scene.
among fleeting clouds flowers fade
fluttering branches in crimson glow
orange and brown in luminous shade
latticework of leaves in ground below
Libra and Virgo in tints of autumn
fling their cloak to an eternal dwell
dry leaves lulled in quietude bottom
nothing stays the same, O farewell !
flock of geese migrate to unknown
a spade of leaves in bonfire smoke
embracing the air, no regret or moan.
As they fall, from a dream they awoke.
Categories:
latticework, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Nature's Spring palette and sweet nectar
of bright comfort bathing in the brilliant sunshine. Quote _ by Poet
A vision is the crimson queen rose
newly sprung its unique velvet feel
rosebuds unfold full of scallop trim
green leaflets breathless and infectious
in the gentle balmy breeze bloom shows
long green waxy stem full of prickly
thorns pose vibrant amongst the flowers
Garden trimmings with tiger lilies,
budding pink roses ,tall sunflowers,
golden yellow and white daffodils.
Latticework lavish entanglement
of sweet fragrant jasmine a treasure.
3/13/2021
Poetry Contest: Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form
Sponsored By: Constance La France
Categories:
latticework, imagery,
Form: Imagism
Beauty of Paris rising high
Such massive latticework is seen
At night a golden color's view
Three levels given public's try
Restaurants on levels are keen
This tower's sight could be for you
Categories:
latticework, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
A new landscape presents itself upon waking.
Places that were dreams drift outward.
Past becomes present; stars earth; flight, a grounded stride.
I might assess these thoughts as if I have a choice -
as if I might climb back into slumber; reestablish a cloud,
reshape a fog already escaping.
Thoughts of coffee with cream creep in,
old latticework mends itself even as I try to stop it.
"Reality, it's not for me, and it makes me laugh." Ha.
FORGET IT. May as well shower and get on with it.
Yet along the drive, my mind keeps wandering...
Will I ever catch that dream again?
Categories:
latticework, dream, identity, introspection, self,
Form: Free verse
Tea Party
Bright early morning
Courtyard opens to the clear blue unclouded sky
Mourning dove with their cheerful cooing
Lush, crisp, green, grassy, lawn,
Garden flourishes with yellow daffodils, pink lilies, and budding pink roses
Latticework lavish entanglement of sweet fragrant jasmine
My angelic little girl sits on the settee in the pavilion
full of pillows and a blue blanket in case it gets cold
wearing my long string pearls with her ruffle white lace dress
Mama, papa, and baby teddy bears, sit all around her
A tea party she entertains serving tea, cake, and cookies
Everyone invited
With tenderness, giving a drink of tea to her favorite teddy May
I observe my little girl sitting on the settee in the pavilion
A beholding sight
2/4/2015
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Categories:
latticework, child, daffodils, garden, girl,
Form: Free verse
FATHER
His sinewy hands as strong as lion’s
Hold close wobbly me like trellises
Wet sun shone through latticework mangled by harsh wind
In the stormy night we were soaked
Rain came down like maggots
I slept under his wakeful eyes.
Juice trickled from his tissues
My fingers awoke in contentment
To suck his rocky skin with my sisters
We felt like fireside cats.
He died fifty years old.
Categories:
latticework, father,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Storm
Frank Halliwell
The sultry day was near its end,
The cloying heat distressed.
The cool of evening getting near,
But still the air oppressed.
A mounting shadow from the west
Conceals the distant hills.
No breath of air disturbs the leaves,
The atmosphere is still.
The thunderhead obscures the light,
-A tower in the sky.
It roils and boils up high above,
'Tis plain a storm is nigh.
Then suddenly a burst of wind-
A breath of frigid air,
From deep within the giant cloud
The signal to beware!
A sudden flash, a crash of sound
Thor's hammer fills the night
The flares of lightning make the sky
A latticework of light.
Then lashing rain borne by the wind
That swirls the compass round.
The loud drum roll of thunder that
Now fills the world with sound.
Until at last it moves away,
Still grumbling as it fades.
The lights still flash within the cloud,
And distant cannonades.
But all the world has been reborn,
The air smells fresh at last.
The garden now can grow anew,
Now that the storm has passed.
o0o
Categories:
latticework, world,
Form: Rhyme
In the darkness of night,
I reach out my hand bliindly to touch your skin,
and find the soft, soothing, saving grace,
that soothes me.
I trace my fingers over your shoulder and down your arm,
to find your hand,
and hold on tightly.
You are the only one who can stop the nightmares,
You are the only one
who can chase away,
the demons in my sleep.
I can feel each tender finger
laced into mine;
the latticework of love,
and as it flows gently between us,
I close my eyes and know,
tonight I'll sleep safe.
Categories:
latticework, wife
Form: Free verse
I yearn for when my troubles were as frost flowers; when the intermittent wresting
of my inner strings was natural , a part of growing up, and when, from tender stem ,
there emerged feelings of confliction that whirled into a strange collage-puberty's
design. But whether my ordeals then were unique, like the latticework of
snowflakes, or as simple as a raindrop on my pane, each one, wing footed,
eventually melted from my mind.
Later came the common plagues: marital discord, effects of growing old and other
irritations, weeds I plucked and dandelion fluff I blew away. These I could abide.
But other winters passing now have brought trials which are as a thorny web.
In unexpected times of drought, from seemingly nowhere. . . they sprout. Star
Thistles (over which I've no control) come time and time again to prick my soul.
Unlike the fleeting flowers of frondescent youth (whose memory retains for me some
beauty), these thistles of infliction are both ugly and unyielding. Surrounding me are
melancholy notes, and though the melody is rallentando, I think this dirge may
never have an end.
For Catie Lindsey's "Dark Prose" Contest
Categories:
latticework, lifeme, time,
Form: Prose Poetry
Emeralds, Polished Jade, LENORE’S GREEN Eyes
GREEN as the flavor of Mint
Sweet, Leafy GREEN: Lettuce
It reminds Me
Defines Me
Exciting to Eye
See GREEN in the Rainbow
Among the many Hues
In Nature
GREEN Color
Spreading across the Forest Floor
Climbing the Latticework by my Door
The Mountains’ “ Evergreens “
Inspired by the Title and Format of Laurie Ginn’s POEM “ R E D “
DEDICATED to L A U R I E G I N N
Dear Francine, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit.
"This Time (this time only) I used a previously written POEM"
Categories:
latticework, friendship, naturegreen, time,
Form: Free verse