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The forest path meandered through the trees
ahead the silvery tinkling sound of water
there was also a murmuring drone of bees
slowly slithering away was a sleepy adder
Entering the pretty glade full of flowers
his senses lulled by the peacefulness
watching with joy the diving dippers
and a kingfisher preening its feathers
Onward through the leafy forest he strolled
over on the right there were many fissures
as breathing heavily he climbed up the wold
arriving at the huts of the wood dwellers
The high priest Druid Fire Dancer strode out
shouting welcome, come sit here by the fire
there roasting over the fire pit were trout
people dancing to the sweet tunes of the lyre
written 06/30/2014
contest Goethe Stanza
Rising from the mightiness of my mind's eye,
Diving through the everglade of my endless thoughts,
Dancing to the tunes of my triumph stories,
She came, My love!, to be by my side.
To pull me out of the misery of this chaotic world,
To sing a lullaby amidst the roars of selfish souls,
To liberate me from the loud moans of insensitivity,
She came, My love! , to give me serenity.
She came, My darling! she came into my lonely world
She spoke, my darling! She spoke the words of love.
She hosted my success parties
She eclipsed my debacles
She gulped the rancour of my loneliness
She spread the light of courage in the darkest hour of menace
She came, My darling! She came to wipe my tears
She sang, My darling! She sang the melody of morning dew.
Meet her, My darling! Greet her in this creamy dream
She is my companion in life's amazing stream.
Shinning brighter than the rock on her ring finger
Trust thicker than those thighs
Diving forever into the depths of your eyes
Heels on and all the curves are real no warning so I had to cuff her at my own risk
And “love” has failed me a couple times before so I had to cut down the caution tape around my fractured heart, in order to cut in and ask her wings
can I have this dance
Then tell her if you give me a chance we can fly past the clouds
First time I saw the ring I knew it was the one just like the first time we came together I had won
She is my queen, my answered prayer
Please forgive me if I stare I know it’s the first date but I was so unaware that God was going to bring me you
I saved up two years from the jump; I saved the movie ticket from our first date to give to you on our last date
It was different and like they say sometimes you just know, and her eyes never lied, your silence told the truth from the beginning
I hope that by the end I was everything I wanted to be for you because you deserve heaven on earth
Yes it has been rough sometimes but you can’t get a diamond unless you dig through the tough
Yes I get mad at my boo but I could never stay angry with everything you give and bring me
You melt me to a point of weakness that is only strong enough for us
It is hard to do things without you now a day but together the world is ours, the moon, and the stars
Down on one knee for the first and last time
Never looking back because my queen is in front of me
p.s. happiness feels a little different now that I am betrothed to thee…
Laughing loons calling to you
Blood red eyes diving deeper
Until they surface, bellies full and fat
Salt and pepper feathers dance in the sun
Gliding past sound sleeping cedars on shore
The lake sitting still like glass
Under steamy morning breathe
Hiding from the sun rays streaking down soft
Spring time cold, in the height of summer days
Crystal clear and deep, bottom disappears
Surrounded in dense forest
Humming summer melodies
Peat moss beneath the shadows of tall pines
Blanket to the rock basement of the woods
Nature’s curtain it wraps around the lake
Few people ever visit
Only the lucky ones do
Escape to drift upon calm clear waters
Troll for lake trout while basking in the sun
Silent they observe nature’s sweetest gifts
Think heaven is over head?
Or, perhaps right here instead
March 24, 2018
Daydreams and memories
Like skimming stones across a creek
Sometimes seeming
to skip on endlessly
Before finally going under
Just touching on moment after moment
of your existence
Before sinking into a particular memory
Other times just a few jumps
dipping into flashbacks
Here and there
Before disappearing underwater
Then there's the miss-throw
Plunging straight in
to a vivid moment of your life
That has touched you deeply
And....
like the stone
You sink...
The inevitable result
Every time
There is no other ending
You always end up in the water
Reliving a part of your day
Or a moment long past
Joyful memories
Hurtful memories
It makes no difference
You will always sink
It is the nature of the stone
It seems uncontrollable
Totally a wild beast
Random and unpredictable
But it doesn't have to be the end of the story
You can change it
Take control of the skipping
Choose the smoothest rock
learn to choose WHICH memories to drown in
Skip past the nightmares
Sink into the happy ones
learn how to hold your breath underwater
Find yourself a scuba diving set
For me, it's reading a good book and writing poetry
that supplies me with oxygen
Use when needed
And
you push on
Reaching for a time that made you happy
Or turned your heart into a pool of molten wax
A time that made you laugh
till tears ran down your cheeks
Had you flying through the air
Free as a bird
Or dancing on the clouds
crying from overwhelming gratitude
Everyone has some moment in their life
That they felt good about
As small as a smile from a stranger
At a time when you needed someone to notice you
Or as momentous as holding your first baby in your arms
Each time you
succeed in reaching the happy points
You become stronger
Happier within yourself
And you begin to create more heartfelt moments to remember
So you fall less and less into the bad daydreams
You just have to learn to breathe underwater
Strengthen your lungs
Exercise your throwing muscles
And become a brilliant stone skipper
Until
One day
You will skip right over to the other bank.
"The Beautiful Drowning"
Barefeet
dancing in the sand
the warm ocean licks
insolent toes
to its command
whispers its secrets
calling us in deeper
indolently caressing
our naked futures away
legs wrapped around
warm bodies, we are far gone
way past the markers
we swim like koi
treasure sought, a kiss taken
salty sweet given,
then drifting like poets
coquettishly brazen,
seductive we
softly graze the forgotten,
fingers trace the lines
of neck and silky waist
we cling to the concept of
diving for pearls
way past the marks
the old safety buoys,
no need for words
to read the other,
now wanton laughter,
primitive currents
towards the cool world
of another
feet leaving gravity
we venture forward
listing like a welcome mistake
into the great hereafter
becoming one thought
each consumed by the other
music pulses in our co-joined form
we move like tides
pulling into each other
ever closer
waves wash over us
we become;
submerged
in the beautiful
drowning
of it all,
we are far from
safe harbour
in the soup
with wild things
we forget creatures
with sharp teeth and fins
when we’re skinny dipping
scribbling
the night away
diving for pearls
and other
tricky things
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Love in Motion"/ Icehouse
https://youtu.be/RB1G3hdg9vI
“Primitive Man” Full Album, Icehouse
https://youtu.be/BbEZ9wRPO80
Is buoy pronounced boy?
"If you've grown up in the USA, you may be wondering why we're discussing these words together. After all, “boy” is pronounced to rhyme with “toy,” while “buoy” is pronounced “boo-ee,” so they don't sound alike. However, in other English dialects, such as British and Australian English, “boy” and “buoy” are homophones."
thankfully I retain a sense of humour -
and I'm still here. What's a girl to do? ;) Xx
Listen to the sea's waves:
Stability is unusual, it moves...
Up and down; forth and back,
At its own pace when need be.
See what billowing wind craves,
Eventually excite many like grooves.
It renews at every glance of its attack;
Its dancing hands set rolling... to flea.
Watch the chirping birds out of cage,
See how enhanced the voices echo...
Soothing the ears' warm feelings, gaze
At- in mind to healing pondered sounds.
Laughter don't worry about frowning rage,
Set to take over pleasure in its acapulco,
After mouth spreads to diving joy, lips appraise
Away from the tears...frowning gaze sorrounds.
Appreciate once more, the troubling care,
Love staged and will stage to startle you...
When hopeful darkened cloud appears cold,
And rumbling thunder couldn't set lighting on.
Patiently wait beside the Sun's light's flair,
Wandering around the adventurous moon's view...
To redeem what darkened cloud can't long hold
Before its light glow freely beyond dark's run...
He
comes
flying
in the 'morn
high above me
dipping and diving.
He sings a song,
a melody sweet
drifting down,
touching my
heart and soul
lifting my spirit.
He spins and twirls,
whirling in the sunshine,
he floats on the breeze with ease.
There is no fear of crashing down.
Oh yes, I admire his great happiness, strength and his courage
I love his filigree feathers fluttering,
white and wispy so delicate yet strong.
Now he plummets downward
and calls my name loudly,
come fly today, fly
sweet earth girl,
and I laugh 'cause
I am flying, flying
in my mind, oh yes,
gliding and falling
drifting, twirling
whirling down
then up
high
high.
_________________________
April 9, 2020 (Edit)
Poetry/Shape/The Bird
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1242-664-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Strand Pick 7 Contest,
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Devoted to the ocean am I,
ever since I was a small fry.
Daddy taught me to swim,
the first time I was in with him.
Diving from the steps at the pier,
the higher the dive, the louder the cheer.
Few things compare to a skinny dip,
running in unseen in the nip.
In summer when the seawater heats,
I just can't wait to bathe my feet.
Even in winter when seagulls screech,
it's soothing to walk along the beach.
Cares and worries drift away
as I walk along the bay.
Blessed am I to live close by,
when devoted to the ocean am I.
04/08/2019
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's contest
Devoted To The Ocean
Part of the masses, another blue-bottle blip
ocean-sweeping ~ sailing blue-massive
oscillo-roaming-wind
spinning a dizzy-spherical war ~
The appetite to be sated where a new current
ushers constant unpredictability on its menu:
gleaming silver thrashes on its thready hang
Each usual sting, brings on a singular cringe
so predictable are its shivers of alas-morass
entrenched within a genetic-evolutionary psyche…
Luffing, she swells on the blue-flowing-feel
another turn, she is riding with the armada
Dining, diving, leaving divining to the wind,
yet wielding its surprising, wispy, sublimity ~
(11/30/20 For 'it is what it is or is it' contest)