Long Canopy Poems
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An island I have become, in the shadows of darkness,
and the boundless ocean waves of salty tears of starkness.
High overhead all moving about, thousands and millions,
a plafond of stars looks down upon me with its brilliance.
If only we could turn back the hands of time, a pinch or wink;
my heart half full would ink a path through nature's acres to drink
the irreplaceable moments I once had under a lace
canopy of overhanging leaves and gaze upon your face.
In the morning light, I would embrace your soul, and steal a kiss.
We'd bath in years of rapturous tears; fountain of endless bliss.
If only we could turn back the hands of time, snatch back the past,
my heart bulging with yearning hope would ink a path that would last.
10/17/2019
The canopy of leaves
sieves the morning sunlight into beams
as if from an opaque, porous sky,
laying bright polka dots on the forest floor.
The hiker slaloms around the shafts of light as he goes,
crosses an imaginary finish line,
arms raised in mock triumph,
unaware he has finished last behind a field of
resident elves, gnomes and fairies
racing him unseen.
[“Komorebi” is a Japanese word meaning the
sunlight filtering through tree leaves.]
Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist arises from fluffed goose down
Arching o'er head a crystalline canopy doth crown
The hooded frames as glowing sentinels ballast ground
The woody rails in their icy coat of arms surround
As tempest blows, crackling arms in groaning chorus resound
From portholes beaming, frozen pellets wayfarers confound
Alighting from pillowy perches, Red-shouldered hawks with wings unwound
Strafe the bystanders; with their prickly dander doth hound
A fibrous parapet of occluded, twining roots shields ground
Each truant sole straying from the beaten path will impound
Buried stumps as pulpy landmines on periphery abound
The errant, plodding heel with shocking pain to redound
Pace must quicken in the late afternoon stound
Dusk's chilling tides o'er snowy copse leaves laggards spellbound
As the last rays of light funnel into
the background
Enchanting visions of woodland nymphs mind's eye doth astound
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The persistent Texas heat and sunshine have given way to several cooler, partly cloudy days. I step outside, making my way to the nearby walking trails. I gaze up, the clouds lifting my spirits heavenward; I embrace this cloudy day, for it brings subtle whites and cool silvers that accent the sky above. The passing white blossoms of the sky bring a transitory shade. Upon the sidewalk I see a lone butterfly beneath a tree canopy, passing from subdued sun to mellow hues.
partly cloudy days, soft-filtered light
soul song becomes louder, more confident
in those sweet moments
self-reflection
Beneath the night's canopy, the stars stretch out their shimmering silk,
Over rooftops, trembling a dreamy blue.
The moon, our gentle beacon, walks sadly among gardens,
Guarding, perhaps, the dreams of the sleepers, in her divine silence.
Midnight strikes, the late hour, the mystery begins to weave,
I know that you, too, far away, in your night, cannot find rest.
Your lashes, light butterflies, refuse to close until dawn,
And in the silence of your room, unspoken words dance unheard.
On lips, sweet words intertwine with others, sharp as thorns,
In the depth of the night, between tenderness and harshness, unheard conversations.
Who erred between us? A question lost in the labyrinth of stars,
How to find answers when our gazes stubbornly refuse?
And I, just the same, am not without blame; the shadows of my mistakes stretch out.
My light, if only you knew how my soul longs to be close to you.
Who will take the first step? In this night, your heart is a storm,
You lie awake, with open eyes, but at dawn, you will close up, like marble.
It is okay. I will be the first to come towards you.
Why should pride prevent us from finding our happiness?
Sleep peacefully. Tomorrow I will find the path to reconciliation,
A bridge over the night of insomnia, to find each other in the morning light.
Under the veil of stars, in the silent dance of the universe,
Our thoughts intertwine, meld into the infinite.
In this cosmic ballet of unsaid feelings,
I promise to find the way to your heart, with the dawn of a new day.
The tree still stood where it had been,
Awaiting his return,
Awaiting an embrace of memories,
Those he hid in the deepest part.
He stood in front of the tree,
Calling back old memories,
Under its shade in the heat of the day,
He sat to meditate,
Around it at twilight,
Children played hide and seek.
As he drew close,
The flood of memories enveloped him,
He could remember when they sat under the tree’s canopy,
Her head on his shoulder,
His hand around her
as they bask in the warmth of togetherness.
As his hands run down the bark of the tree,
He could see her hand on his,
He could hear her whisper,
Love blooms eternal,
Eternity summons every soul.
February 19, 2024.
Sky for my canopy,
Stars for my sparkling light,
Feel fancy free easy,
Breezy chill prompts insight.
Here by the midnight lake,
Murky waters lurk deep,
Lonely paths footsteps take,
Verge of moonbeams lull sleep.
Cricket cacophony,
A sonata of groans,
Wind moves strange melody,
A shrieking wave of moans.
Odd silhouette in the park,
Parkway bench fast asleep,
Mosquitoes in the dark,
Feasting vampires poke deep.
Late night darkness forlorn,
Strange mystic air attests,
Shimmering dreams now borne,
Chilly winds now arrest.
Leon Enriquez
06 February 2018
Singapore
I wandered lonely as a cloud
in open space of the blue sky.
For my graceful flight I was proud,
but I didn’t know in the least why.
My life had become so lonesome
for I floated far from my home.
On wings of southern breeze I flew
over tinted vales of flower,
till I reached the yonder plateau,
bathed in the bright sunshine shower,
painting of autumn I could see
on color-clad tree canopy.
To glide on boughs I got a chance,
feel the rhythm of their rhapsody,
as leaves in wind began to dance,
ripple of joy flowed within me.
While colors glowed in my shadow,
spellbound I saw a splendid show.
My lone journey would end someday,
I won’t forget the thrill I’d felt.
To the sky’s edge I’d drift away,
in twilight of despair I’d melt.
At night when for me time would freeze,
I’d fill my mind with golden trees.
(Inspired by : "I Wandered As A Lonely Cloud" by William Wordsworth)
February 1, 2020
Syllable count : 8 each line (as in the inspiring poem)
Rhyme scheme : ababcc
Contest : Your Rhy-Me
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I don't want to chase down the sun on the beach,
I don't need to stand in the sand with the ocean at my feet,
I don't care to stare into where the water and atmosphere meet,
if it's not where you'll be
Sleep is still sleep even without the promise of a dream,
but why shoot for stars if the moon doesn't dance in their gleam,
I s'pose my hands will never know how far my arms can reach,
if it's not where you'll be
I'll never set sail in the billow of a breeze,
looking down upon the crown onto a canopy of trees,
the song my heart may sing will forever be off-key,
if it's not where you'll be
The canopy lies still as it has since the beginning.
From space and outer space, the entire milky way
awaits new orders from its loving creator.
The canopy nor any of their kin knows when.
They only know that change is heading their way.
But until then, they wait patiently in the month of May.
Before time and eternity were ever set in motion, God knew.
Before light broke forth from the void of nothingness, God knew.
Before Lucifer's fall, God knew that He would make all things new.
Yes, the entire universe knows that God is up to something;
The timing of which not even the angels are informed.
We mortals keep attempting to predict the unpredictable.
Regardless of who or where we are, The whole earth is 'Ground Zero'.
The word 'huge' cannot begin to describe what God is up to.
But for all who trust Him, we can boldly say, "I'm good".
I'm not good in terms of the beauty and quality of my life,
nor have I done or could I do anything to deserve His mercy.
But His Goodness and love will cause all of creation to rejoice.