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Fullness in Emptiness 5-4-26
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Fullness in Emptiness
Emptiness clothed in humility
Hears the flowing invitation
Hollow space tires of frost's futility
A parched field begs for implantation.
Vines awake filling this empty space
As springtime dances through her arbors
Sweet grape clusters quivering, with grace,
Hear the earth's song in their snug harbor.
Roots nourished by warm rains understand
The vibrant language of the rich soil
A vineyard grows into the heart's land
Blessed by the summer's essential oil.
Soil and vine entwine in sweetest bliss
When autumn leaves their wine with a kiss.
A nature's change cycle:
Some noted trees are of these: cypress, cedar, chestnut, cottonwood;
the hawthorn, hazel, hickory, honeysuckle and holly
These are a few of the color guards of this time filled governed season
The balancing act of the earth tilt by the moon causes this very reason
A squirrel senses to store his or her many stolen chestnuts
Warriors wrinkled aged leaves are down;
red and brown leaves are the earth's fertile future
Birds are majestically flying in the sky, in a military V pattern
Arbor shades of coffee, caramel, chocolate, cinnamon
Leaves colors of rustic browns, reds and yellows
Canopies full of almond, grey, gold, tan, reds
All in a fine weather mild tepid brisk Fall morning
Trees are in north and south earth parameters
The season comes with many of preening trees
Picturesque, pretty paintings are autumn arbors
A seasonal parade of trees in their finest clothes
Listen to leaves crunching and cool winds blowing
A fine harvests of corns, pumpkins, apples, peaches
There is Oktoberfest and November Thanksgivings;
Families are in communion, reunions and sharing
Autumn arbors ambiance artwork:
Is nature's alabaster almanac album
Photography portraits of earth recycling
to a much beautiful renewing
And a final slow dance before
the chilly incoming cold man
Calloused by the do-or-die hero's walk on the perilous road
Over hazard's hill stumbling in soldier's shoes of regret and sorrow
Merciless these wars of tired tyrants, this trailhead I have followed
I should bury these warrior's relics and take a train to tomorrow
Never looking back at my haggard patriot's duty, so torn apart
Go steady, stay strong with freed courage, as my heart's grief
Beats with the journeyed promise of going home unwary to relive
All of my memories there flooding to sing its lost and loving song
Catching 'God Speed' for my soul's simple sanctuary
Knowing these backroads lead to that certainty where I belong
Home
Over hazard's hill of regret and sorrow it waits in restful arbors
Marigolds and carnations embroider a calm and placid peace
Evermore scented in deep-rooted winds leading to my safe harbor
February 16, 2021
Coming Back Home Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
When clouds above dance to our song,
when stars are birthed from arbors strong,
we wish the days were extra long;
we sing our song, we sing our song.
Oh mother moon, smile down on us,
we raise voice in respectful trust,
to celebrate the twilight thus;
clouds swirl above, clouds swirl above.
The cotton balls dance a great reel,
swirling, twirling, first toe then heel,
they dance a jig and form a wheel;
it does appeal, it does appeal.
With golden tones, we sing along,
in this wide field, our mighty throngs,
serenading nature with bright song;
one thousand strong, one thousand strong!
Tap, tap, tap on my window, pat, pat, pat falls the rain.
Subdued light filters through the smooth fabric of the curtains.
Low rumbling of distant thunder soothes my brain.
Outside I spy the night garden, the moon flowers beckoning,
the rain's tear drops gently drip from their pink and white petals.
The crimson bougainvillea hugs tightly to the arbors where they cling.
Softly the glow of the moon peeks through wisps of dreams wafting slowly by
casting sanguine shadows, specters of my cloudy thoughts,
the dilemma of the darkness inside of me, the hidden pain I cry.
Lying in bed, thinking, never a good thing to do.
The night seems so endless, so eternally lonely,
lost in my senses, eyes closed and weary, my thoughts turn to you.
What happened, who can say, all that matters is you are not here.
No anger, nothing, like a ghost in the mist you just disappeared,
without a word, without a goodbye, without so much as a tear.
It's been so long since we've spoken, the image of your face slowly fading.
Only your essence remains, your emerald green eyes, the curve of your neck,
your gentle touch, memories of you over time slowly degrading.
Yet, at night, thoughts of you still linger, you seem so distant, so foreign,
but dawn breaks the dark and the garden rests, as do I in a hazy slumber.
Through the fog I see myself picking a flower, a Fairy Iris, for Lauren.
09/02/15
My plantings of bleeding hearts are finally in bloom
There's a hint of sweet scent in their delicate perfume
On multiple stems of fragile heart-shaped flowers
they are thriving in the shade of my arbors and bowers
Gently, they sway when a willowy breeze blows by
Do I hear a soft whisper of sadness when they sigh?
Beauties, they are, but a tear dangles from each eye
It's as if they are filled with sorrow, and now they cry.
Is their sad weeping because they're in a garden?
If they wish to be wild again, I must beg their pardon
for wanting to enjoy the hue of their purple color.
Forgive me, tiny flowers. I'm not a botanist or scholar.
I've been selfish by keeping you confined like a child
when you'd rather be in the meadow, growing wild.
I've dug your roots and transplanted them near me,
removed you from your home. I've acted shamefully.
No wonder your heads droop and your hearts bleed.
No longer are you where you wish to drop your seed.
I'll collect your seedlings. In the meadow they'll be sown,
sprouting your lineage where gentle winds have blown.
I'll pray for their growth on lands where you once grew,
hoping this gesture will somehow be pleasing to you.
May your offspring flourish under nourishing Spring rain.
I promise I'll never tread through your meadow again.
June 5, 2022
Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Cornucopia
Trumpet Sounding – abundance Resounding –
A harvest not Empty – a horn of Plenty –
Season bounty Astounding – safe from snowbound Surroundings
Fall Caressing fair autumn Blessings.
Sweet orbs of Green or burgundy Seen
In arbors that Wait grape clusters to Take
Nectars Serene in fermenting Dreams
Dew mists so Fine like sparkling Wine.
Breath of Autumn whispers soft harvest Hymns
Ruffles ripe Fields of grain’s golden Yield
Blades salute skies Solemn - in straight rows, in Columns
Kernel berries grown for Bread - we bow our Heads.
Apples Reside – sweet juiciness Abides
Orchard boughs Seen in ornaments red, yellow, Green
Thoughts of pie Ride as cinnamon delight Glides
Crisp ciders Arrive in jugs and in Jives!
Frosty fall Dells painted in icy Pastels
Leave a transparent Sheen on rambling vines Green
Pepitas in Shells of bright orange they Dwell
In pumpkins and Squash - festive fields Awash
Such flavor Divine – like honey sweet Wine –
Wide bottomed Orbs - sun sweetness Absorbed -
A taste Refined – bliss, sublime, Intertwine –
Pears Appear at the end of the Year!
From blossom Wings nascent in Spring
Sweet surprise Resting in hard shells Nesting
Squirrels seasonal Fling – winter Investing -
Walnuts and Almonds, pecans by the mill Pond
11-16-20
Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Sponsor: Joseph May
I …
am provenience …
the heel of my father’s foot -
the damp of his brow
and his burgeon …
I am my mother’s bloom
sown in the soil of her intentions
seeded with wonder
and promise …
but some petals unfurl only in
the dead of night -
haunted gardens tended by
half-wished ghosts
phantoms …
frozen to their duties by the
mists of recollection -
icy arbors of regret and time, passing …
if I could but daub that lintel
with my blood -
force the reaper’s honed, desultory edge to
pass over those most dear
but …
too many I’ve walked homeward, in hand
too well he’s learned my face
too deep and numbered I’ve plunged
that oily, arrogant eye
and far too many times I’ve cursed
that endlessly esurient appetite …
I’ll find no pity, those deep pockets, his
nor a nip of banal bearing
it’s too late for tears -
the winds, far too wet for weeping
but I know him too
and he shan’t catch me dawdling
no - he’ll have to swing wide for this vine
else I greet him running and
wrap him snug -
strangling, like kudzu on catalpa …
for my roots reach deep
and are family-firm,
tended …
with love.
( photographic art created copyright-free at Gala AI and manipulated with filters at Prisma )
Written: January 12, 2024
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Their buzzing goes unabated
the cool air scent of lavender
in this unfathomable cosmos
where dreams are fulfilled,
a smidgeon of silver wind
utterly enthralled.
Within the icy voids of
aching and colorless hues
raven-inhabited remnants
vulnerable grays
aesthetic fog, fanciful yarns
dissipating wood smoke
whispers of winter, as dusk falls
dawn in monochrome
amidst gentle chimes
traces of an emotional waltz
oblivion is grieved in silence
a blackbird with ruby wings!
The colors of the trees
Iridescent in appearance
create a stunning scene
that is incredibly fortunate
this is a poetic domain
where lilts joyfully chortle
the trees gently move
and the dryads are overjoyed
the heart of lullabies
with brilliant opals
giving wandering spirits hope
back in their house labyrinth
Scarlet nests were seen on high boughs
romantic place where calm blooms.
With the hearth of lullabies
opals that are flaming
soul-directing the wayward.
they're back in their home maze.
nests of crimson grew snugly.
among the boughs, exalted.
a sanctuary for love.
wherever there is harmony,
exquisitely halcyon arbors
colorful tapestry with wonderful beauty
Iridescent sky with gorgeous hues
In this magical setting, dreams bloom
where nature's splendor is eternal,
calmly, trees swing, and the dryads spin.
I planted the Daffodils in the hills,
You were thrilled as daffodil flowers bloom,
Amonst the sunny summer fields,
Our room filled with perfume of golden yellow,
With view of dew crystals cover the meadows.
Oh joy....
You planted the Jasmine along the fences,
I loved the scent of white night flowers,
Our lives are entwined, two lovers devined, smitten by love.
I planted the Cypresses along the paths,
Across the way from the garden arches,
Amongst the white Jasmine arbors,
And blue Sweet Lavenders near the Junipers.
You were thrilled at the sights of yellow and gold,
Our hearts growed and filled with joy,
Amongst the pretty flowers and brown soils,
We toiled and planted in the sun.
Raindrops mist turn to showers in the early fall,
Water fills the swollen creek,
You were thrilled at the Golden Poppies,
Red bright petals peeked at the morning sun,
Amidst the sound of swishing hummingbirds,
Perching on the sweet vines of Morning Glories.
Spring came with her rain, it's drenching,
Pouring droplets and wet my face,
Rain water fills the over flowing brooks,
Storybooks of river runs in the sun,
Storms and vast gray skies whirlwind,
Amid the freshness, the signing of my heart,
As the Winter cold chill is over,
So far vast above the horizon.
Those Flowering Quints with Cinnamon mints,
Giving Spring mist blisses in mid Summer,
All over the garden, the flowers sprang,
All that then was consumed by my heart,
Green and blue the hues on facade turns,
As water churning, dancing in the pond.
You planted the Jasmine along the fences,
I loved the scent of all the fragrances,
Our lives are enriched and smitten then,
Amongst the herbs and flowers show,
In the middle of Daffodils meadows,
As you promised to love me so,
To no end .... 'til eternity.
Jieranai (Jeri) Maier
May-December @2003