Long Cluster Poems
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On a wisp of wattle
that cradled in the fig,
a dreaming began
as sleep draped veils
to nurture a gleam into
dazed eyes,
as mantles of moonbeam
wreath temples
I fell to,
A gathering cluster
that saturated all reality,
a sculptor with tool
set about carving
a bird of paradise
as form finished
it flew away
A dove birthed
from a painters brush
and wiggled free to
splash the canvas
of black
staining its feathers
in obsidian
from centurions
I am gifted a
mariners compass,
they lead me to three rivers
setting sail
like the hunter after hare,
the cross and crown
my guiding lights
my keel wedged
on flying fish,
once soaring
times hand pulled
me to dock with face
now,
so weary I sleep
endless tomorrows,
and will drift awake
as the phoenix
morphs to crane
infinitesimal stars
will emblazon my hair
with constellations
as I regather from
the comforts of reverie
—-
and every now and then,
seeing miniature worlds
on specks of wonderment
will remind me,
that I am just dream-weaving
through southern lights
Genteel parade cascades in white trimmed linked,
though these blues, twenty-meter, inlander
also impressive, broad stretched branch, distinct
crown more stable. The Blue Jacaranda,
has smooth bark, aged scaly, bears enduring
violet flowers, panicles--cluster,
woody seed pods next. Flowers one month Spring,
one month Summer. Considered in danger
likewise, an invasive class, overrun
native class, but, concerned regions vary.
Ornamental tree ranks high, can't be done.
Surroundings and weather techniques, wary.
Streaked down the city's humming boulevards,
or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards.
I hit the snooze alarm three times
get up and go into my office space
where a cat sits on my chair.
The room is silent but a song
I sang last night seeks a second life.
The walls angle down
like the loft I had as a child
where a collage of Beatle photos hung
the place where music played.
This morning my legs ache
and my ears ring.
The sun peers through the window
and falls on the floor in front of me.
Lines of an unwritten poem
linger in my head, bigger than life
and a new day lies ahead of me.
I’m left with unfinished conversations
as I sit down at my laptop and write.
The cat rushes downstairs
where footsteps echo through the kitchen.
It cries out and whines to a housemate
and the back door slams shut.
The room is silent but a song
I sang last night seeks a second life.
I’ll cook and wash dishes
but I feel something greater waits
beyond the door. I can’t explain.
Yesterday I gazed at an image
of a cluster of Novas and stars.
A gate to the universe, it was called.
The world opens for me as I hop
into my car and drive toward the sun.
A gust of fresh air into the driver’s
window whispers as a world unfolds.
The room was silent but a song
I sang last night seeks a second life.
Submerged in the flood of the maddening crowd,
I see a verdant valley carved out by covert ingenuity
within my lonesome mind, drifting away entranced,
displaced from the still stratum of suffusing sound
of converging cacophony, resonating loud in quiet thoughts,
as dreams cluster within the unanchored mind.
In the colony of dreams, incubated in psychic thicket,
I wander on the convoluted contours of confusing life.
As the rising sun of promise bursts with convivial colors
on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams,
the yearning leaves sparkle in the spectrum of splendor
in the sea of silence where I sink within sensuous serenity.
In beguiling breeze rippling in the assembly of dreams,
the enchanting fantasy lattice dances to its cadence,
makes mystique motifs with light and shade matrix.
The design weaves for me the tapestry of imagery
where sprouting dormant dreams congregate on stage
to perform for me the kaleidoscopic show of ecstasy.
As the raucous reality invades the realm of dreams,
I invent words made of time’s sand, composing no lyric,
nor creating the beleaguered ballad of Greek tragedy,
for then I lie languished under the debris of dreams.
I become a flockless bird with broken wings in time tempest
when the sky falls on the consumed colony of dreams.
Walking the last mile in the lonely path of twilight zone
in the remaining hours of the fading sunset glow,
I seek the soothing shade to rest for the last time,
step into waiting woods of resurgent reverie once again,
see my dreams return, longingly flourish in their domain,
annexing the lengthening shadow of my memory.
Come with me.
I’m telling you child,
In midsummer along the canal,
Industrial waters run still.
Tread softly and you may just hear
A hammering on tiny anvils -
A guild of workshops cut in miniature,
The secret unseen labour of the woodland jewellery quarter.
Child! Here, wrought iron branches of the hawthorn
Line the towpaths with clasps, hooks, and buckles,
Burnished by the soot-black beak of the raven.
Come child! Go peek under the bramble -
Seek the woodlouse in his apron of gunmetal leather
Polishing a cluster of cabochon blackberries
With his apprentice, the buff-tailed bumble.
Come with me, child!
See field mice fashion acorn cups into chalices,
Plated and silvered by moonlit splashes.
Hunched, eye huge through his jeweller’s loupe,
The toad crafts and cuts knots of amethyst lavender,
Heavy in the scent of summer.
Come child, come further along!
A short-clawed otter is panning for gold,
Glimmered reflections of the melting sun
To be passed to the badger for smelting,
And forging signet rings for the kings of old.
Child, be dazzled as the glazier dragonfly flashes by!
She snips fragments of light,
Soldering them into stained-glass windows for fairy cathedrals.
Come look, child!
Below in the hollow of a stump -
A loveliness of ladybirds enamel tin boxes
To hold trinkets of hope, and lockets for treasured memories.
Now listen, child,
For the frogs in their pearl-buttoned waistcoats,
Record a precision of pocket watch orders,
Fragile timepieces of dandelion clocks,
Worked by the blind mole in his escapement under the soil.
Child, I’m telling ya,
Here there are neither tickets nor tabs.
For in this workshop of this tiny world,
Everything is priceless.
Journey Journal
NEW YEAR’ EVE 2024
By Leon Enriquez
The olde year dies
With a dreary sigh
Oozing away lost highs
Just one more day
Down the fading lines
A bygone dark relay
Of worn-out fears thus define
~~~~~~~~~
Guilt and regret
Confront olde time frets
Not ready for sunset
Here we resolve
To be better yet
Still not able to solve
Or to win back our lost bets
~~~~~~~~~
Visualise more
To cluster galore
More to spice lacking stores
Sit with blank cares
See the last light fall
Spread sensuous silly stares
Can thought transmute sweet from gall?
~~~~~~~~~
Still the olde year
Disowns all our fears
Hurt feelings hug new cheer
So pain elopes
As cynic draws near
Grim olde hurts that still grope
As empty feel draws tightrope
~~~~~~~~~
Here in a gist
A few thoughts enlist
Resolutions we list
To be better
As the new year finds
Strange ideas that matter
Moves of soul, heart, body-mind
~~~~~~~~~
New Year’s Eve sums
Death of olde outcomes
As lost footfalls flee hump
We resolve thus
To greet strong head winds
To rise from forlorn dust
To bargain for more between
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2024
Singapore
shaking off
the stagnation
of winter’s hold
ivory snow m e l t s
nourishing Gaia’s soul
jump-starting
millennium-old cycles...
birdsong brings
the dawn of a new season
salmon streams
of wispy clouds
streak crystal-clear skies..
whilst early morning
dewdrops glisten
on opening spring buds~
a silken zephyr cascades
across saline waters
mingling with the
scent of freshly
cut grass in warm breezes...
buttery daffodils cluster
creating nature’s bouquets~
rebirth resounding,
hope coursing through
every molecule
of oxygen
magnolias tree
a cluster of pink flowers
... intimate moments
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20.08.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Tree Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
5-7-5 - howmanysyllables.com
2nd place in the contest
TROPICAL SUMMER
Scorching Sun, Shiny Sky,
Whirling wind always dry,
Even birds dare to fly,
Here comes Tropical Summer.
Tremendous heat is trapped and caught,
Fields get cracked and yielded draught.
Burning throat and thirst fought,
Summer hits hot hammer.
Sometimes afternoon thunder storm displays,
Dense grey clouds cluster on dark veils.
Sudden shower pours large drops and hails,
soaking soil as petrichor-claimer.
Flamboyant trees glow on dazzling crimson,
Scarlet blossoms blaze on glossy silk-cotton.
Juicy fruits are summer charms to be grown,
as Noble Nature blesses farmer.
Tropical region is sunny zone.
Three months run heat-prone,
till smart Rainy Season is shown
with wet wonder of watery glamour.
07/03/16
Petrichor- weird smell of moist soil
Tropical quadra plateau, Amazing bright sunny,
Glided waterfall Carrying happiness in their gunny.
Long nodding flower's joyously plumed,
Everbody waving happily, the herald bloomed.
Eureka, I love this heaven on earth!
Hazy perished hills, houses trenching at the outskirts,
Swaning over to the fluctuating peak of mountains, roosted with struts.
Orchid waftured, Clinging on to the cluster of flowers,
Precipitated rain was about to shower.
Gosh, it Stimulated my soul!
King of beast, sucking the sweet tempting fragranced juices,
Solitary alienate species including Honey bees mused badly abuses.
Fluttered wings, Struggling with them, Leisurely travelling my journey.
Fitnessed physically as if I am in an defensing army.
Situation turned to be horribly muddle,
Tremendously, I wanted to sort and excitedly cuddle!
Proud to have an Airfoiled wings of mine,
Antennate feature you prissily shine.
Rainbowis passion lying inside me,
Resourcefully mingled with music and dance, happening besides me.
Whoa,People got entranced!
People jeopardize the innate beauty,
Relishingly wanna do my duty.
Actuating my arms, Ventured to fly high.
Intended inspiration wanted to reach the sky.
Weaving the web spiderman thirstily trying me to catch.
Escaping from them I ran, prevented myself from getting snatched.
Ohhh,They had a Hostile faction accord!
Nature's beauty aspiringly propelled me.
Blowing wind, tactily sensisizing my skin,
Blushing cheeks, spilled the bean.
Nocturnal creatures will wake in the dark,
Aerophilically dangling around the shruby bed,before they bark
Stopping by sayonara, continuing my next stigmatic destiny!
By Madhavi