From the valley of a lone Victor,
Hope bloomed on mornings dew,
Carrying promises of a brighter sun,
In echoes of joy and persistent smile.
Here he comes, draped In night’s shroud ,
Messenger of silent, gusty winds,
Challenging the ‘criers to a falsehood
as Gossips' tales, recounted long.
Beneath motherhood's heavy song,
Tears freeze in pain's tender gaze,
Bearing burdens, frail long lays,
In ceaseless lays, finding no solace.
The reaper's pact, at dawn's first light,
His price, a debt, oft collected,
In twilight's shade, no trace in sight,
For dawn alone, his scythe erected.
Hope, a melody hauntingly sweet,
Fading to shadows with each passing lay,
Echoes lingering , a symphony complete,
At thresholds, betraying their way.
Strength spent in fields of toil,
Make rue of Harvests reaped in thorns,
the farmer returns with his aging hoe,
In cycles old, he pursues another toil.
Categories:
lingering(a), death,
Form: Free verse
Conflicting waves ruffle the smooth blue static
hindering the ethereal progression of her path
Airiness sinks heavily to lean into leaden aqua
mistiness lingering, a foggy dolorous requiem
Practical currents, seem to have lost their step
as winds gust, only to die in competing dogma
Gone again are the gains to the losses gaining!
New rules implemented o’er the old as the sun
explicitly highlights flaws within its blared flare
Listless and restless tossing of the weary soul
aspiring to stay afloat in a much bouncier sea
Denying the salty sting, sways ‘long the bend
yielding painfully to a slower, upriver, journey
6/23/23
Categories:
lingering(a), allusion,
Form: Acrostic
Wonder!
Thoughts of God stir into wonder so much dazzles beyond any single explicit example or idea so I ponder if on that seventh day when God rested surveying all his creation how often the chills of wonder for his works rose through him?
And if his gladness touched his aura to a greater brightness to a rivaling of all galaxies still exploding outwards in obedience to his direction while in those
moments causing all creation to sense towards him...
Awe!
...confirming morning words lingering a message
on my mind upon waking:
“You need not prove the existence of God
for God proves himself”
Eternally!
without any further discourse where of course none was needed for the established stars shone and on Earth the rivers ran carving the land where we now walk until that day when all sought answers
shall be given to amazed wonder!
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(C) sally Young eslinger 11/27/2020
Thanks be to God
Categories:
lingering(a), christian, creation, god, imagination,
Form: Prose
leaves of all colors
raining from the trees
not fierce
more sprinkle like
gently floating to ground
squirrels racing away
as I walk onto my porch
with my coffee.
Their fluffy tails
lingering a few seconds
behind their determined legs
my man is asleep
he works nights but this is okay
I like my solitude in the morning
I am finished with cuddles,
enjoying my day
Cat rubs against my legs
to claim me.
I reach down and give him a few pets
Dog shows up quickly
jealous so of course I have to
reward her too with a couple of pets
She likes them under the chin
I am glad for my fluffy robe and
faux fur lined slippers this morning
The air is cold on my face.
Showing me a glimpse of winter.
I smile, enjoying the idea of snow
Categories:
lingering(a), 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
I found myself wanting to be angry and vile,
seeking black, looking hard for him
in all the dark places, lingering a while.
Black has his own ways, unknown to mortals-
slinking out and in mysterious portals.
time be traveling, perching on a gloomy rim.
He is illusive and not easy to find.
Hidden from me in recesses I cannot follow
Black outshone me, reading my unsophisticated mind.
He was the victor, reaping the spoils of war.
Knowing my truth he understood I could soar.
His elusiveness made me wither and wallow.
Written 12-28-2018 Contest: Rhyme Time 7 - Deep and Dark
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Categories:
lingering(a), 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
..and then again a kiss..
one that could surely be duplicated;
simple steps:
1. zone in
2. touch lips
kiss
rather soft the matter and easy the thought
motions flatters; heats a spot
a sensation that is hard to correspond
one that could surely be duplicated
1. zone in
focusing on a area, differentiated from the whole
stepping into a horizon, that you have no known
2. touch lips
a bubble of skin, a currant of blood
all meshed into a mouth
(and then comes another
all hovered above her
lingering a doubt)
simple steps:
1. zone in
2. touch lips
a sensation that is hard to correspond
stepping into a horizon, that you have no known
(he stared with a fiddle in hand
her face lifted as his lowered
lingering a doubt)
all meshed into a mouth
..and then again a kiss..
Categories:
lingering(a), journey, love,
Form: Blank verse
my cup full
of shimmering moon
a late stroll
lingering a moment
to smell the jasmine
Categories:
lingering(a), happiness,
Form: Tanka