The welkin spreads its twilight wiles,
Crepuscular crescent moon smiles,
As the setting sun says goodbye,
Salmon streaks the lazuline sky;
The orange ball of fire does sink,
And today, slowly, it turns pink,
Kaleidoscopic hues, they dye,
Salmon streaks the lazuline sky;
The moon enjoys this divine show,
And watches the horizon glow,
The Sol looks like a pumpkin pie,
Salmon streaks the lazuline sky;
God's masterpiece seen everyday,
Empyrean art on display,
As daylight darkens by and by,
Salmon streaks the lazuline sky.
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
as wondrous waves,
undulates with
sculpted panorama
of captivating cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a placid lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the shining sapphire face
looking up entranced
toward the cerulean sky,
spread serene on
boundless blankness.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples,
rolling aquatic rhythm,
intensely passionate,
stretching in seraphic span
of self-centric array,
sliding on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
emerald adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush
of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the lazuline waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
rapturous recital
performed unruffled
in hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun,
chromatic spectrum
composes the sonata
for lacustrine opera.
I wonder, if glass-winged venus of psalms,
Shed soft serenades on chirping bird's nest,
Would alpha centauri's edenic balms
Coat my saturn-sage skin with glacial crest?
Maybe, my turquoise-ink's tomb is ablaze,
In lazuline embers of universe,
Tracing fluorescence of rose on heart's phase,
As sycamores in midnight's metaverse
Moors of love echo, 'bonjour, heaven-blend",
Draped in opal peonies and mauve fog,
As hope-rings of gold, shine in healing's mend,
And I rise in starworld of fairy's vogue
I revolve around mermaid-moon's beacon,
For serendipity in mortal scars,
Like twilight's arc, in sunsets of saffron,
Embraced zenith, as an angelic star
I'm an earthling-ash of pearl's poesy,
Ephemeral as strokes of blushed bluesy.
A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
and I am grateful.
An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
and I am grateful.
A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures,
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
and I am grateful.
written 30 Aug 2020
Beyond an overcast lazuline sky
a night of waning moon sets ember dark.
As a silent candle of molten hope burns
an ashen landscape in sudden flares up
plummeting a trail from heaven to earth.
Streaks of photons scattered in brilliance
lumineers in blaze...
Are they shooting stars?
I had never seen them before.
Eyes blinded in the frazzle of luster.
Shouldn't I make a wish upon?
But alas! In the blink of an eye it was gone.
For a second, my midnight turned dawn.
Then like your passion, the moment disappeared
fading away in perpetual veil of darkness.
But a burning star still revolved around you
in an orbit afar, unerased thoughts in track.
A pensive soul in a meteor shower turned ash
forever sheathed in your radiant flashback.
Dated 18th August 2019
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Contest Name Shooting Stars
Daylight-Kissed skin and tempered glassy waves, Sun and Moon quarreling as twins, school kids bouncing out of their homework-ridden graves. Viridescent balmy plants, stirring through Natures breath, rain dances making God molt tears to near death. Capitulators to Poseidon's surf riding eccentric lazuline coated currents, droning mosquitoes acting as constant deterrents. Platitudinous yet catchy Carnival tunes whisking through the cloudless sky, Cotton candy melting in your mouth, fizzing like an agitated Sprite. Shimmering and dazzling fireflies twirling in the star-spangled night, cerulean and burgundy hues rippling across the twilight. Summer has arrived, parading with its vibrant eyes and bright simmering grin, parading through the streets, striding effortlessly, making your head perspire, blanketing sweat on your chin.
Heaven
High above crests descry
heralds angelic hosts.
Hallelujahs sing to
hallow lazuline skies,
hailing from God's own breath.
Harps strummed in perfect love -
harmonies quench like rain.
Written 2/19 17 for Pleiades H Contest
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LAZULINE sheen glittered,
~~flummoxed~~
SAPPHIRE ASTER thrived,
forget-me-not blooms,
morning glory smiles in aureate sunrise,
as seasons swap in jitters,
~~"LOVE's new moment"~~
SEPTEMBER'S zephyr gust in solemn hymn
flowers celebrate in gaiety ...
evoking such a METAMORPHOSIS to be reckoned with ...
"why month's glyph always in BLUE?"
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"BRIAN STRAND CONTEST" entry
FLAX FIELD IN ALBERTA
Suddenly out of the blue we come by
A lazuline flax field under the cloudless indigo sky,
Filled to overflowing with perfume dry.
In the steady warm air, the smell of linens
And the small delicate petals’ nutty fragrance.
As the breeze pushes lazy waves into motion
In a summer Alpine lake azure , we are on
A magic carpet afloat, a billowing pale blue blanket upon
A waist-deep ocean: each blue bloom a tiny sapphire.
We want to dive and swim in this ultramarine cloud entire.
Blue Leviathan
Sounding the bathymetric deep
Lazuline green to waters risen
Of sonic dark sung Cetacea poetry
With ever knowing smiles
The gargantuan glides
Graceful on angel winged flukes
Slow easy speed
Of winded massive lungs
Hits the surfacing
Blown by fountainhead spouts
Breaching upon the waves
Two hundred tones of aquamarine
Poised and ready
Driven to fly the salt-water medium
Lifting from the brine light domain
Performs a pirouette
Crashing leviathan
In a centuries ballet
Antediluvian epitome of natures
Balanced perfection
Sings a song haunted melody
Traversing oceans
Beyond the deepest knowing of land
The plummet and plumb line
Of fathoms
Still skirts a coral reef
And basks in shallows
Quiet phantom
Of the giant blue
My thoughts are fluid
Gushing rivers of rhyme and reason
Winds of change and a variety of seasons
Dreams and emotions
A journey on streams to oceans
My views are a snapshot of the universe around me
Deep within my psyche I see
Lazuline skies
And gold dust butterflies
Whisking rushes of the night stars
Tree trunks the shade of chocolate bars
The music of earth settling in the for day
The morning hush, the scent of a spring bouquet
I feel blessed for the humanity I feel
A gift from God I love to reveal
And he is with me during my sorrow and my rejoice
He is silent,
But I listen, and hear his voice
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