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Nature's Decay and Rebirth
?"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours-waiting for rebirth." - Constance La France
?The autumn colors start to fade,
A silent frost begins to touch the ground,
The forest sleeps within the shade,
No bright green is found.
?The coldness grips the barren wood,
The heavy snow now blankets all the land,
All creatures wait as they should,
Beneath the frozen hand.
?A hidden power rests below,
The seeds are gathered in the quiet earth,
The quiet river ceases to flow,
A promise of worth.
?The days begin to slowly grow,
A gentle change the atmosphere now brings,
We watch for the first sign to show,
The joy that spring sings.
?The sleeping beauty starts to rise,
The vibrant green explodes with sudden grace,
A dazzling hope before our eyes,
Life finds its own space.
It’s 9 o’clock and I have every intention of going to sleep early tonight
But I’ve been sitting on my bed reminiscing a little too long
I take a shower that’s too hot so I can feel the discomfort on every inch of my body and know that I’m still here
But I’m never comfortable and I’m becoming comfortable with that
And it’s been 4 days since I’ve brushed my hair
Because when I’m done I know it takes less effort to just put my shirt on and crawl into my soft blankets
It takes less effort to not take care of myself
And I’m tired of taking care of myself
It’s unsettling to admit
But I’m never comfortable and I’m becoming comfortable with that
I lay here and write and listen to my playlist to cover up the noises I hear outside my window
Ignoring the world when I should be figuring it out
And I’m in a constant fight between being too hot and shivering the moment I take the covers off
But I’m never comfortable and I’m becoming comfortable with that
I’m overlooking the right things to tell myself when I’m in need of help
Like the way I overlook the tone of concern in your voice when you ask me how I’ve been
And even if I didn’t, who’s to say you would listen?
Because I’m finding it hard to uncover the difference between somebody genuinely caring and somebody only wanting something to talk about
And I’m worried I won’t be able to discover the difference inside myself
But I’m never comfortable and I’m becoming comfortable with that
I’ll lie here for hours trying to find something interesting to waste my time with
But everything is the same as it always is
And I’ll make a plan for tomorrow to do things differently than I did today
Maybe that’ll make it a little more ok
It’s hard to feel better at all when I start every day in the same stale state I was in when I finally forced myself to close my eyes
Old habits are hard to break
Because like every night before this I had intentions of going to sleep early
But it’s 4 o’clock in the morning
And I’m becoming comfortable with that
As the warm sun begins to set
Fading on the far horizon
Ole Man Moon begins his assent
Luna Glory's beauty turns on
Greeting harvest moon with Goodnight
She shines in delight with her white
In love to glow forever bright
Their relationship great delight
Lunar are you jealous my dear
Of your cousin Morning Glory
She is colorful in blue clear
You are beauty white flowery
That relationship between you
And Mr. Moon when you greet sweet
He brings out the best that is true
At night when you soulfully meet
Snuggle down between soft starlight
That blankets the sky and the ground
Softly two kiss cheek to cheek right
The reward is seedlingly on the mound
Spring
S. Starting of the new season, all new life begins to grow
P. Preparing for mother nature’s new growth, her embryo
R. Reaping and sowing of a new essence from colder ends
I. In flies a robin and his mate, accompanied by a few wrens
N. Now is nature’s time and place to strengthen to renew
G. Granting a new start, fulfilling life in its newest debut
Summer
S. Solstice comes with the dawning of this new season
U. Ultimate strength of the sun at this time has reason
M. Midday sun and heat brings hotter and longer days
M. Many a longer days within the warmer summer rays
E. Enveloped with a wonderful feeling, wishing it would never end
R. Remembering past summers, all those feelings that transcend
Autumn
A. Autumn, the dawning of the change, reading for dormant time
U. Unrelenting cold rains, wind’s fury, tree boughs heave in chime
T. Trees burst, many vibrant colours that Mother Nature achieves
U. Undermining gusts of winds, giving dance to the fallen leaves
M. Many changes, many endings in this dormant time of the year
N. Nature readies for winter’s long, cold embrace to appear
Winter
W. Winds bringing in colder temperatures this time of year
I. Ice and snow blankets the land, frigid wind so severe
N. Nothing growing, creatures hibernate, some fall prey
T. Temperatures plummet, wind chills, deep snow overlay
E. Everyone in layers of clothing in subzero wind chills
R. Robustly enjoying winter activities and all the thrills
"Heeling Mephistopheles"
murdering crows
flies in on the bow
of a Stradivarius
strange webs cleared
from the mind of
Machiavellian insolence
insisting life written
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome
due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of
cloudy deliverance
tack a piercing
bittersweet
entendre
all the ebony wiles
imprinting jewels
for stringing
persuasive
shiny
stratagems
become ivory pearls
tingling vanilla dalliances
crisp and clean cut
new teeth
for gripping
dark contra
bones from corsets
broken and scattered
for ancient tomes
maestro buttons
for plucking
songs home
sharp pleats
skirting over
what’s buried beneath
floorboards
fathoms deep
waiting for its feed
words slip through
eye of needle, the threads
flowing cursives
through the cracks
osseous matter for a black dog
composed humming Bach
impromptu strokes
for hidden angles
offering tongue out
for words, to speak
angel notes
like legs running
across fresh sheets
bars raised ropes
concerto chords
like sails billowing
helm held hard
fast forward en route
encore
dark Mephistopheles
jibed
heeling
dark Mephistopheles
en route
encore
heeling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
homonyms.
jibe
heeling
homophone.
bach
Mephistopheles.
Stradivarius.
Bach.
Machiavellian.
How many lonely and despairing
Yearn for a little love, a splash of caring.
They learn to grasp,
How to survive, extremely fast.
They use their time to sit and ponder,
What lies ahead for them up yonder?
A half collapsed bridge, a hail storm,
Or a torn thin blanket!
Today their leader stole a trinket,
Bought two loaves, three tins of bully beef,
Does not care he’s become a thief.
So depressed they are, think not of fear
Would long to share a heartfelt tear,
How many times, labelled an outcast,
Lost all contact with family from the past.
Warmth, hope and love is all they need,
Why are the wealthy full of greed?
Can they not learn to share?
Would this not be fair?
Escaping from this earthly hell
These desperate humans
Their souls do sell,
For coke, ecstasy and weed,
Like a withered dying seed,
Becomes their desperate only need,
Might even kill, to this addiction feed!
A young boy’s empty look seems quite insane,
His tear streaked face weaves paths of pain,
So depressed, hungry and poor,
But God comes knocking at their door.
One of the wealthy greedy men,
Despised himself, he left his den,
Brought food, blankets and loads of money
Alleluia man, this will feed many a tummy!
In a quiet night of deep sleep
The blankets harbor me – the night to unfold
A myriad of dreams my unspoken secrets keep
As cinematic stories attempting to be told
The curtains open while orchestral music sweeps
Awakening chaotic shapes from my subconscious mode
Faintly rising as poltergeist’s breath that creeps
Through blasting winds from raging storms so bold
My heart pounds like thudding wolf’s feet
I sneak into dense groves of trees lined with gold
Where upon the ground white bones sleep
As I fall to disappear like mist into the fold
Overhead, ferocious menacing sky breaks
With bolts of green jagged crystals - Behold!
Crashing through a cat’s eye as gargantuan streaks
That quake and pound the ground, then explode
A distant caterwauling yowls in throats that shriek
Mauling the earth with penetrating claws exposed
As ashen fang gleams as it thrusts to pierce and seek
The taking of blood slashing, so fiercely, so bold
I feel the weight upon my chest and cheek
The vibrations of fear are purring. then implode
As my breath quickens….. I awaken to peek
And there he sits – waking from his sleep
My big black cat looking utterly freaked!
July 3, 2022
We have our routine to perfection
Our way of saying I love you and
Wouldn’t want to live without you
We’re a strong solid team you and I
We are going to make it through this
Home is when I’m with you
The incessant flow of aches and pains
All those appointments and treatments
We don’t blow things out of proportion
Or make a fuss about how things used to be
We’ve moved on taking it one day at a time
Home is when I’m with you
Now when my arms wrap around you
Softly resting your head on the pillow
We simultaneously raise your legs
Gentle as a ballet that’s well rehearsed
Swiveling you comfortably in bed to rest
Home is when I’m with you
I bundle you in warm cozy blankets
Cuddle up with whispers well into the night
Pressed one against the other
Caressing the nook of your neck
Spooning you till one of us falls asleep
Home is when I’m with you
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on April 18, 2019 for contest VERSES OF METAPHORS 3 sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 1ST
Written: November 25, 2023
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A delicate snowflake in a picturesque frosty nook
flagitious, frightful sky, frequently falling
Silently, "I don't wish to thaw on your hot hand."
The searing fire in your heart is even worse.
Amid quiet, gossamer candor, and praise
Embrace, glamor, and romance...
Goals are sketched with a quivering quill.
Thunder and a bolt of light struck as we met.
I am bound to your flaming mind and spirit.
For the rest of my life, I'd be confined...
Splitting from you is never what I desire.
Bestow a kiss on the crisp, forlorn flowers.
Favor frosty forms friendly and fetching
Traces of the past taint ethereal times.
Diaphanous, dulcet, deep rhythmic melody
Whispering on the wings of epiphany
Are you writing a tribute to sweet lyrics?
Cherry blossoms dangle across the neck.
Whilst basking in the moonlight
Shivering and mulling
Only fragrance lingers while I meet you.
We snuggled in a cozy bed after a hectic day.
Your soft caress leads me to a balmy moment.
My pulse skips as I glimpse your agog blue gaze.
You've added warmth to my cold room.
Feelings that are fantastic and fanciful
Gracefully, you exude the glimmer of a sigh.
Is there sufficient time to carve out a lasting style?
Will a sepia world manage to discern flavor?
Kaleidoscopic dreams...
A bold yet hazardous query
to a damsel brimming with zeal.
Squatting down on the cold, firm earth
Where do all dreams stem from?
Bestow a sincere serenade on the balmy vista.
But we may require some icy blankets.
One option is the silky linen that clings to her body.
Hungry for trust that is soaked in love...
Unveiled under the swaying trees of passion
Embracing the well-known roots is pure air.
Sparrows and swans provide relaxing tunes.
A lovely memory of the sweet longing...
You will never be alone, dear.
Dear John letter
But it’s not. His name happens to be John.
Rather a letter of a hopeful heart anticipating the future
Have I finally found the one man who will be my intimate other? He who will, at the end, sit by a fire with me, sipping tea, our blankets tucked around our tired old knees?
Chortling together about days gone by, how we met, the walks, the talks, the quiet moments without words.
The day I pushed you into the fish pond, the smell of crushed summer grasses under us mingling with our scent of passion.
Will I? Could I? Be your one to the end? Will it hurt very much if you are only a seven year itch…or a seven month or seven day man? Oh, I hope you are a 70 year man!
I love your sternness seen so seldom but still there. I fear your irrevocable nature, when you are done with a thing or person you are done!
What wall?
What ice house?
You mean these few old bricks scattered about on the ground that John Prine writes about?
‘My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley….’
Once you said I had rescued your heart from the ice house,
I asked, what do you mean?
I lived to know how cold your heart could be.
I love you, I tremble for the moment I will know you…my toes are singing,
You are my heart, I am yours always...
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