I miss the lilt…
There's a balance in nature, denial or not
And when we try to divorce ourselves from it
We are ignoring the hole that opens there
Which has to be filled by something…
And we're not always careful about what fills it
It's unnatural, this oversight
And the breach it creates is something we can't fathom
Nagging there, underneath it all
There's a rule to measure everything
The breadth, the depth, the height, the length
Hardness, moisture, pressure, temperature
Calculating age
But there's no rule for this
Or maybe… it's life
I miss a lot of things
I miss commas, periods, dashes, double letters in the editing of life
But more than anything… I miss the lilt
no sound
in a cascade of nerves
submerged
amid a myriad of silences
a serpentine fold
slices through the viscera
and a breath
of phosphor
burns
in the chest’s hollow
a crawling rhythm
of an aborted name
shapeless
a lunar longing
locks into the bones
among the remnants
of a collapsed nebula
I do not heal
I do not return
I am
flesh that refuses form
Wan is the hiemal world outdoors,
The biting breeze blows bitter,
like a blizzard building in momentum,
Cold creeps in through the closed windows,
But his harmonic heart is happy and warm,
touched by tantalizing tingles of tender tunes.
~ silent violins play violet symphonies ~
The mystery of mauve melodies mesmerise his mind,
as he is lost within his mellifluous macrocosm;
Intoxicated with invigorating inspirations,
he experiences euphonious euphoria,
Forgetting the frost and frozen fingertips,
he hums sweet sonatas in the making.
~ soothing arias arouse amethyst emotions ~
A string of soft heliotrope strains
brush away the brumal brutality,
And even as the notes swell, they quell the chill,
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz,
resonating sizzling rhythms all around the room;
Content with cantatas serenading magenta Maestoso.
~ lilac lyrics light up lavender legacies ~
>center>I LIKE THE LILT OF THAT
Us …..I like the lilt of that.
Us!
For so long it was only me
Just me.
And I hate the feel of that.
But then, from out of the blue,
Came you.
We …. I like that too.
I plus you is we.
Us is you plus me.
Look at it how you will.
That it how it has to be.
I’ll say it one more time.
Us!
OH THAT LILT
Memory has erased my every word.
Yet yours are indelible;
Every word, every inflection, every lilt
Oh, that lilt, invading my sleepless nights.
7th November 2021
Taken from "Our Oak"
Liberum Diversa 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Gregory Richard Barden
I see 3 little birds
landing softly
on the bird feeder
and it’s hard
not to hear
a gentle reggae lilt
in the background.
Here is a cacophony, voice from inside
All alone in a new place, a goodbye to riverside
Here comes the change, farewell to my old days
Mediocre girl,so halcyon, a new place to stay
Inexorable,I go hustle -bustle,
Ineffable, scared for a new way
Well I do remember Rome was not built in a day
They interrogate me as if I am an alien
I feel ignorance is a bliss
I took a chance of stepping into the streets
I realized forbidden fruit is always the sweetest
Being idyllic is more fun
Settling down my darker side ,
I wanted to enjoy the ebullient shade
Penumbrating all the past memories, I bid a goodbye
Cascading my reforms,here I am back with a new version of mine.
Today,its the most beautiful day for me
From the golden blaze of the sand till the blue horizon, ita all mine
I sit near camelias with chardonnay, raising a toast to this evening
Filled with joy and happiness , I am screaming
You know what.....sometimes its good to talk good.
My true love was not mine.
Can not reveal,
her name. Her love, divine!
True love for real!
We kiss in our dreams.
We made a vow
that one day to seal seams.
We did, and wow!
He split, my dream came true,
our dream, bliss!
Still, wonder if he knew?
She? Still my miss.
For one year her and me,
now married, yes!
Together so much glee,
much happiness!
A Lilt poem, didn't start out that way, was meant to be in a free verse format?Sorry, LuLoo. : -0
A GARDENERS DAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A gardener's day starts at dawn, their hobby.
To feed the birds and water plants,
and perhaps a chat with the local Bobby?
Then exterminate some red ants.
To feed the birds and water plants, plus weeding.
Check greenhouse temperatures right.
What weeds were pulled composted if the needing?
Then to clean his tools shiny bright.
Check greenhouse temperatures right, warm not too cold.
Time now for a breakfast break.
A cuppa with a bowl of cereal, warm gold,
then some brown bread toast he'd make
Time now for a breakfast break, no, just eat some cake!
A gardener's day starts at dawn
Now breakfast done, back in his garden, grabs his rake,
He mows his lawn, just right it's shawn.
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The river kicks up its heels in swinging sway and lilt.
Winding downstream in a sinuous snaking stream bed it built
By eroding outer bends, building up its inner bends with silt
Defying the straight and easy path, which like a flippant lover it jilt
Luck 'tis said lies bobbling in Guinness head
The more you savor, the more luck you spread
With songs, banter, tales and jokes
Better done by Irish folks
Born to lilt a story, laughter inbred.
you
dear
should be
confident
with your chaste beauty
not tell a suitor it's phooey
you simply have an air around you that's amazing
allure presents it's finest hour
purely unrivaled
confirm that
would you
girl
please?
It
does
bother
one's psyche
when you won't concur
when one tries to convey to you
your exquisiteness being unparalleled by most
what could one do to prove to you
if one not attached
one could race
to be
with
you
A voice is heard best
When it has a slight lilt of
Ireland upon it
Oh Syracuse, Syracuse,
A bright star born to you.
This genius of three was touched by a muse.
Pi, levers, bringing a king great mirth;
With his brilliance this man moved the earth.
Oh goddess of the moon,
Indelible event!
Your festival doth give cause to swoon.
Circles, a shadow, slain dead in the sand;
A horror to mask even an enemy's land.
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