Long Brumal Poems
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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 ~
Deep within a pallid night
moonbeams sing of shadow's flight.
A rippling cloak, on loam snow fell,
placed to herald winter's knell.
Whispering winds on bloodless lands,
a cold caress of unseen hands.
Wisps of shimmering snow entrance
atop the blanket like a fairy's dance.
Quivering boughs of pine and oak
vaunt slender limbs 'neath a silvery cloak.
Bare and black and laden with snow
the windswept beauty of branches held low.
Through murmuring limbs the wind did gust,
blowing spectral kisses of frozen lust.
The moaning zephyr to dark realms fly,
chasing silvery mists beyond the sky.
Towering empyrean on horizon burn,
blue fires of brumal sapphire churn.
Flickering stars of crystal light,
celestial sprites of an enchanting night.
Pale citadel over midnight looms
Cast blue shadow on Arcadian tombs.
Moon's kingdom alight with chill desires,
crown the hold of winter's spires.
Soft snowflakes falling, winter comes calling,
Wind shakes the pine trees, snowman's time to freeze,
Birdsong's enthralling, cardinal's drawling;
Lamppost lights the way, houses silent stay,
Cold nights, brumal breeze plus minus degrees,
The snowman can't play, the red bird feels grey;
Silence rules the scene, white covers all green,
Wintry winds do tease the bright bird's chemise,
The snowman's seen smiling like Mr. Bean.
Picture #3
Written: April 05, 2024
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Perched delicately on the shiny cobalt.
The brumal sky is where it lies.
A sight that truly captures the heart.
With such beauty, there is no disguise.
Pearly salver shines with a radiant glow.
Amber and pearliness, as a full moon show
Surrounded by a mist of ashen hue.
A wolf, feeling glum and bleak blue.
Solitary and desolate it stood.
Amid night depths In a gloomy mood.
A bluesy dirge, yowls in the night.
Oh, the woeful wails of leaden plight.
Echoing through the depths of sorrow's reef.
Watery paint that runs under the leaf.
A mournful melody, heavy and deep.
In the heart's chamber, it does seep.
A melody dances, in mild waves cascades.
A rippling composed refrain.
The heart sings its sweet serenades.
Whispers of golden yearning strain.
Oh haste, brumal mists, that twilight kisses
on hollyhocks, meadow-born,
Sweet tears resurrected on petals neglected,
collect 'midst the early morn.
The dew-christened flowers parading the hours,
sing hope to the callow hearts,
Then rises the moon, while it saunters to swoon
and the ballet of eventide starts.
Tall grasses that thrive with new life, come alive
with a shimmer of luminous lights,
A slow-spinning dance of glowing romance,
that July has thus gifted its nights.
A heavens' breast lighted by stars, unrequited,
sets stage on the vault, above -
Night's magic, gone viral, as fireflies spiral ...
in a whimsical waltz ... of love!
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Spiral" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
In Spring there’s friendship that’s lasted through the Winter,
all those cold nights of salted drops and quilts of snow.
The obsidian plague of midnights, melancholic drapes,
but all the while the candlelight of friendship did glow.
you’d think she’s the sun -
i wax and wane in restraints
having lost my way
The flickering of her tongue as she wet our weep with wine.
O how the shadows flickered on the walls as if in mirth.
The slow burn lasted as the wind howled, the chimney choked.
Her wrinkled, waxy skin, a kin to suffering and pain.
each deep etched line spoke
a sticky web of knowing
lips barely moving
That Spring, she showed up with an armful of daffodils,
and silliness, tears stinging her neck, this honeybee.
She understood madness, and the brumal sun. Outliers
could not drink our elixir nor interlope upon our phoenix rising.
cascade of the moon
no longer afraid of dark -
white lacy curtains
oh, heaven …
the enigma of her face ...
its melting mysteries and moody veneers -
when shadowy and despondent
like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach
wild tresses framing it
like a surf-swept seaweed
sandy spindrift
left tossed by her squall
then …
the haze lifts -
irises - star sapphires, shimmering
glistening like the wash of the Milky Way
her smile blooms forth
as a dazzling midday meadow
splashed thick with bluebells and promise
and all that manic magic ...
cinematic surprises from there-to-here
rages of rouge, bawdy blushes
and pale complexions, pitiful
the multitude of transitions and tones -
all my undoing
and all divine …
oh heaven.
( this is a simple form I created called “Bookend Free Verse - I hope you enjoyed it )
bluesy blurbs
of
brumal
blackness
its
crawling
clasps
of
silvery
gnawing
below
shriveled
shades
of
oxidized
&
deep
haze
immure
&
wait
awakening
cold winter
warm soul
&
henceforth
will hear
pearly
chants
from
Birdie
Green
with neon
embers
swirling
fractals
of
gemmed
hues
in
spirit
for
soft
knock
of
spring
on
frozen
shell
of
withered
dreams
Written: January 15, 2023
3rd place contest winner
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
On silent lonely nights
When the moon is shining bright,
your thoughts fly stealthily by.
Must accept the truth, though with a sigh,
we're poles apart, better savor the times
we had, both good and bad.
You've touched my life in so many ways,
try explaining but just can't say why.
The laughter we shared and fun we had.
What went wrong I have no clue.
But so long as it lasted I know it was true.
You say that you are over me
My heart skips and sinks.
I feel so much grief.
I never wanted to lose you.
You've moved on, but why can't I
stuck in this brumal voyage.
Time heals all wounds, except this one,
like memories to be treasured --
pain vibrating deep inside your heart
is still a vital sign of living!
Love cleans the debris from your dust.
My world is shattered,
I don't know what to do.
As I lay on the forest floor,
peacefully gazing at the starry sky,
I wonder about the blessings,
~that are numerous,
than the stars passing by.
The sodden forest ground,
the smell of ferns and fronds,
chirping night voices,
~ earth's blessings,
and bond,
with creatures roaming along.
Soft brumal winds,
their tinkling hints,
snowflakes floating around,
jewels of wintry crown,
~ seasonal blessings,
lovingly,
showered down.
Placed second
Peace of mind poetry contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann