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the last tastes of summer slowly evaporate on my tender tongue.
no longer will fresh strawberries burst outside my cottage window,
nor will the smell of blooming lilacs fill my lungs.
as the first chills of changing seasons graze my skin,
gently rubbing my arms, i feel goosebumps forming from within.
the sunlight of hope gives way to the dusk of sorrow,
frost glistening as stardust reflects on autumn leaves.
a misty fog rolls in over the browning hills,
whilst isolation begins to take hold.
the distant birdsong of an owl echoes through the painful landscape.
staggering toward the unkempt window,
i shut the lightly dusted shutters,
so just for a brief moment in time, despondent worlds disappear.
behind a fabricated reality,
i can pretend with my indebted shadows.
stammering, i find the play button on my stereo;
goodbye to you rings in my mournful ears~
as the final warmth of yesterday shifts into the bitterness of perpetuity,
leaving my somber sky adorned with pixelated promises,
while this heart longs for an ethereal escape
from a raven-winged horizon,
cloaked in cracked amethysts and jinxed crystals.
What Makes Me Smile
Smiles I seek from sweet shines of life
To abate stress of my daily strife;
Sweet shines of smiles brighten my path
Melt away harshness of my wrath;
Sweet smiles open doors of my heart
To the songs of a lovely lark;
I need not wander far away
To search for sweet smiles of the day,
I uncover sweet smiles close by
As I stare at the starry sky,
From cotton clouds cast as a deer
Racing in heavens without fear,
From eclipse of the silver moon
Outstripped by shining stars so soon,
From spring seeds shooting from the ground
From graceful breeze blowing around,
From flowers striving each other
To catch my eyes without bother,
From spring amethysts in full bloom
Vying with roses in my room,
From my cat chasing a grey rat,
My dog wearing a lovely hat,
From cherry blooms kissing my desk
To wake me up from my short rest,
From light rains splashing on my roof
From my stroll holding me aloof,
Myself holding pen upside down
To set down my sign with a frown;
Let me from sweet shines seek smiles,
I know not where I`ll lie awhile.
Each spring when winter has trudged away,
I love to drive up to my house and see my trees in bloom.
The ornamental pear tree, so tall and dignified,
is like a bride in a gown adorned with white florets.
The ornamental plum tree stands stately too nearby,
her limbs bejeweled in a myriad of amethysts.
Behind them both, the cherry willow greets me
with leafy swaying arms arrayed in petals pink.
While her lower half hangs low, the top half of this tree
reaches for the sky wearing charms of white like snow!
March 7, 2022
For Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
March 23, 2022 for 'A BRIAN STRAND 1095' Poetry Contest
The sand is made of pulverized clocks,
ticking softly beneath bare feet,
while turquoise waves—liquid amethysts—
unfold in slow, quiet sheets.
The horizon is a zipper, undoing the sky,
releasing emerald birds that fly backward.
A lighthouse stands on one leg, painting the fog
with brushes made of jellyfish foam.
Driftwood sculptures walk toward the tide,
humming tunes that have no name.
Glass bottles drift, filled with tomorrow,
and their corks sealed with twilight.
I sit on a chair built of frozen music,
watching the sunset swallow itself.
The moon, a pale mirror, drops from the deep,
and the ocean, in its immense, surreal sleep,
breathes in—and the beach becomes stars.
~The Fairies' Awakening~
(Free Verse)
All the fairies begun to rise
And from early morning greeted in the sun.
Glowing with emeralds and diamonds
And amethysts shining so bright
Atonished all the elves started to laugh
Watching all the sunflowers blooming so high
As high as the sky, they seemed to touch the sun
And the busy bees that were scouting by
Mr and Mrs. Frog sat happily on a lily-pond
Staring in amazement to the baby gnomes
Playing a tug-a-rope with all the leprachauns
As the fairies and butterflies giggled, celebrating Spring.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2002
January,07,2015
E nchanted by the elements, Goddess Earth excitedly
A rises, anticipating all her awe-inspiring artistry;
R eveling in the rapture of the rivers’ ripples or roses’ rare redolence;
T antalizing us with her talent for turning out utter transformations.
H er heart holds hues of happiness!
R obust and rosy-cheeked, she rambles,
A dorning arms of trees with amethysts in spring and apples in autumn.
D ancing from dawn to dusk and back to dawn,
I nstinctively and impulsively, she illuminates with imagery - in
A nd out and all about, she ambles ardently.
N ever endingly, this nimble nymph
C apriciously creates - combing sky with clouds and coaxing colors onto canyons,
E xuberantly and effortlessly embracing all of earth’s expanse effulgently.
R iding rainbows or rapids; rending rocks when riled, she regulates and replenishes.
I nherently and impressively imaginative, she is invaluable in
D auntlessly and dulcetly delighting with dazzling display.
E arth, who exhales exquisite breath, may your radiance ride be everlasting!
An Anagram poem!
I'm a strong person, created of rough stone,
Wispy magenta dust was plucked off the ground.
Threatens to wreck my dreams in my moan,
As amethysts gracing my bedside endowed
Wispy magenta dust plucked off the ground,
Discovering insight in the early morning sky.
As amethysts gracing my bedside endowed,
I wish I could spew words into a width of the sly.
Discovering insight in the early morning sky,
I am bound with poetry, so it flows time on me.
I wish I could spew words into a width of sly,
Erasing all my unwillingness and anxiety.
I am bound with poetry, so it flows time on me,
Abandoning me to the mercy of the universe.
Erasing all my unwillingness and anxiety,
Assertively nothing other than a creative force.
Abandoning me to the mercy of the universe,
Threatens to wreck my dreams in my moan.
Assertively nothing other than a creative force,
I'm a strong person, created of rough stone.
Written: May 22, 2022
In misty heights, where clouds embrace the stone,
Our souls ignite, no longer flesh and bone.
Dawn breaks, a spark across the dreaming sky,
As master's words make reality fly.
We climb through realms where logic bends and twists,
Our minds are ablaze with wisdom's amethysts.
Noon's golden fire reveals a hidden door,
Beyond which time... flows backwards, then no more.
The master speaks, his voice a crackling flame,
Each syllable is a universe to tame.
We float on thermals of enlightened thought,
Our earthly doubts now burned to ashen nought.
Dusk paints the peaks with consciousness diverse,
As stars descend to whisper nature's verse.
In twilight's glow, dimensions start to blur,
Reality and dreams begin to stir.
Night falls, yet darkness yields to the inner light,
Our beings fused with cosmic oversight.
The master's ember glows within our cores,
Illuminating wisdom's distant shores.
Mountains dissolve, we're cinders in the void,
Yet paradox leaves the senses overjoyed.
Enlightenment, a wildfire in the mind,
Burns illusions, leaving the truth behind.
I think I’ll pluck today
petals of pain
No “He loves me, he loves me not”
will I innocently repeat.
Dashed dreams follow me
and hope, a broken sparrow
lies bleeding at my feet.
Oh, when did my fantasies
vanish into gloomy skies?
“Pain today. Pain tomorrow.”
As I pluck each petal, I find
hopelessness has wilted
each one
that falls away.
Is there any gladness I might borrow?
I think it matters not what I say.
I know enough by now of bodily woe.
Petals, once so pretty,
where did you all go?
Once the bright amethysts of my glad spring,
the flower’s petals now drop
to the ground
like withered leaves of late autumn.
Fall ing
Fall ing
Fall ing
one by one by one.
Chronic pain is no easier
than any mental anguish I have known.
My lot in life; the burden given me:
my l a r g e s t sorrow -
“Pain today; pain tomorrow."
[ Poet’s Note : This is the second of two poems personifying Truth ]
NATURE OF TRUTH : Part Two
Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
blood spurting, soiling fine furs of
humanoids at play with slick lies
and shallow Hansard words
trying to acupuncture Truth
Blood that stains and weeps and
weeps
blood that runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
rise up again !
pulled firmly by the hair with wide
open fingers
Truth rise and rise and rise
dance with Courage
find amethysts in hard hearts of fear
cradle them to Moon for blessing
connect with fluffy clouds where little
girls see God
Truth ! be washed by midnight rain
plait yourself softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in
unbroken voices
Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste
hot bread
Truth springs up again and again
She rises from oceans and
mountains forever and ever
Right here !
©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990