Long Droplets Poems
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Through its foliage nature reveals art
When it snows see the imagination start
The seasons stand watch for birth and rebirth
Winter's endless sameness snows over earth
Sun sends crystals to shine on our altar
Earth's essential for life is just water
The Sky Siren sings as snow flakes flow
Falling from the seamless skies songs go
"Sparkle Snow": Luminescent, crystalline
designs - never the same
"Snowy Flakes": Millions of different droplets
form in flakes
"Slippery Snowing": Exhilarations of falling
downhill - skiing, sledding, racing, rolling
"Snowman Snow": Rolled up snow with
sticks 'n stones - creations who'll never hurt me
"Snow Homes": Castles, caves and igloos too -
places to touch and go into
"Snow Sculptures": Art to see as something solid -
carved so nice, then turned to ice
"Snow Angels": Spirits of faith and belief -
becoming angels in snow relief -
hopes soar high when celestials fly
Snow is weather that surely stays
Shapes our lives for some of our days
Romantic white on moonlit nights
Life's memories, fantastic sights
Dedicated to Deborah Anne Pitt Abad who could identify different types of snow and Deborah Ann Gaul who loved all of nature
7/13/2020
The blindfold of mine was removed,
I could see two little creatures from far.
Oh! Happy birthday they shouted.
I grabbed wrapped creatures near and found that they were kittens.
A week old kittens they are,
Paws were soft as bud.
Aaaw! I yelled when they did pur.
I loved their golden black fur.
The milk droplets on their moustache was like a shining dew drop.
Two kittens swirl up their tail to feel the warmth.
Dad built them a kitty home;
Even mom brought them playing mouse.
Now it has been a year.
Still they have doggie fear!
The bad day in my school is vanished,
As soon as I see their green glowy eyes.
They jump on my book and squeal up;
When I shout ,they move silently.
After a while,I see them peeping from their room corner;
I feel I was rude so I just grab them and
nourish them till they say pur!
Dated on :18/01/2017
Butterflies do flutter by and
leaves quiver in the wind
wind willows along its course
a vortexual vacuum of air
air rains down in droplets of life
life is abundant flowering rife
flowers delicately spread thier seed
so whispful the wind is all they need
whispy seeds and whispy wings
wings of bugs spreading things
of every fashion and imagineable type
imagination the heart of life
heart is the centre of what we are
all things have one even stars
stars so bright inspiring life
such distant points in inky night
night the fall of the day
day be born then of suns rays
rays like warm beams of love
a moonlit night a freedom dove
dove of peace 'tween God and man
man measures all things if he can
the rainbows promise and ever span.
I've severed my conscious from the backplates of my brain. I’ve pleated vine and cord through the cracks of my rib, bedsores spreading across my ever-paling appearance. I haven't left this hole in weeks.
I get nauseous at my own proof of life, conviction, correction of every flaw flowing out the gaps in my crooked mouth. I let insecurity envelop me, so I hide. I hibernate through nightfall and shorter sunshine. I paint powder over blemishes and broken bones. I crave to be coddled in frozen droplets and sheer fabrics that cool my skin; But I can't bear to be draped in anything but harsh winter coats and the pudge that distorts my figure.
Maybe, I'm addicted to hatred. A taste so strong I can only starve it out of my system - though I'd drown in the taste of every regret I've shoved down. Every loss of control is sharp at the end, blackening my ivories and souring my savory-sweet till I'm all overt ailment and I can't salt the snow that strikes me.
Over time, I've been pricked and prodded. What is now only winter breath replacing empty calories down my throat. What was once soft snowfall is now avalanche, and I can't bring myself to do anything but lay down and freeze.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces." - John Ruskin 1853
Remnants of a Rainbow
Empty road
Winds the season of afternoon
Through still, anticipating, plains -
Wilderness savannahs -
Chases earth’s ever sloping curve
Lost in time
Under the capricious sun
And jealous wind whirls
Gathering a sachet -
Agate dust in fool’s gold flakes
Crumbs of twigs and freely offered leaves
Regal velvet petals
Paint brushing
Bits of autumn’s glory
On escaping cerulean fingertips
Fiery dawn’s transcendent warning light -
Cargo on cloud vessels
Sailing into skyports where anxious, trembling, raindrops
Wait
For the eternal rainmaker’s apprentice
To spin the whirls into a mystical mosaic -
Arching ribbons chasing crashing light and blazing thunder –
Awash with droplets dyed with rainbow hues
In teasing footprints – tantalizing temptation –
Just out of reach
Before the eyes of the road
Until twilight frays the edges
Disperses bits of sunbows on washed out yearning–
Cascades colors to devastated dusty emptiness
Descends on grey mists - palettes of ambivalence -
Closes doors on dreamy colorless rhapsodies –
Bleached longing -
Chasing bluebirds on remnants of wishful wings.
8-28-20
The breeze whispers in my ears:
”Come and join me in a spree
Let's move out towards the sea
Over choppy waves on currents adrift,
See your boat is in full speed,
My strong breeze has filled your sails
And speedily all is glee.
The hot air on the beach is far behind,
For now it's all fresh and clean.
Dolphins jump out of the waves,
Spraying droplets all around,
Till down again they go towards the deep.
Is it not a wonderful sight to see?”
The breeze helps me see wonders.
So blow as much as you need,
Until the hour approaches.
Crimson sunsets colour the distant bay.
Back I turn to our quiet quay.
Find haven in some quirky bar,
To drink a mug of cold beer.
The breeze whispers goodbye.
I give thanks for the relief.
Back home, windows all open
Put on the air conditioner for comfort,
For now the breeze has gone afar
To rustle up the lonely valley leaves.
6 January 2021
an hour before docking
it was ice cold and freezing
as the vessel like scissors
cut clean through the swell
and the ship’s horn then sounded
and woke those still sleeping
startling the standing
and seagulls as well
and the door opened outwards
on a windswept and dark deck
as a lighthouse and headland
appeared to our right
while the radar was turning
mixing mist with the morning
as we looked over railings
still wet from the night
and the lifeboat above us
secured by strong davits
dripped north sea in droplets
from somewhere on high
and the noise of the engines
grew loud and then quiet
as the spindrift and windchill
danced wild with the sky
and the lights and the silos
of europoort holland
shone blurred with bright colours
as such paintings do
and we stood there transfixed
with our backs towards england
while dawn beckoned others
to stand and stare too.
Water droplets become liquid pearls, delicately balanced on milky white petals
Crowning gems sparkling jewels mist under lashes gleam
The beautiful white yellow sunlight all visible wavelengths of light refraction
Fluttering a rainbow promise under the bridge colors bright
The goddess of fertility, wealth and comfort her name Dana-Ana
A crowning beauty sings whom stands in every dream
Sitting on deep rocks a treasure who combs every feeling
Sea cradled her and she heard Neptune whisper .... so beautiful you are
With golden glowing fingers of emotions held captivated in her rays
Filled with warm love when evening shadows and stars turns out in the sky
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I am known
for all the subject and matter
that I will never know.
At first light a cool breeze
drops the small humming bugs
from flagging brush and tree.
The stabled horse and I have not met,
yet in a distant stall I hear him wake up
from his statuesque reverie,
shuffle and fart – become a part of
this harkening.
The fields are covered in cuckoo spit
where the dew strings it droplets,
fungi creak open, spores dust
a fecund earth in heat.
I am unknown yet
just as the sky is, as it waits to be painted.
Listening, I hear through a keyhole
drilled through an echoing skull.
A cat wants to come inside
so I let myself out.
I abandon my struggle, withdraw myself totally,
into the bottomless abyssal waters of the ocean;
Floating, borne along the currents, alone and adrift,
the never ending battle with life withers away.
O, the murmuring waves ~~
Crumbling, falling to fragments are my worries,
I let myself free fall, plunge into the dark unknown;
A lone drifter, a wanderer, I waft into the deep blue abyss,
no bonds hold me, no chains or bindings tether me.
O, the murmuring waves ~~
And in this vision, I surface the oceans cadence,
I glisten with water droplets, long raven hair drenched;
Outstretching my hands to the brilliant, shining sun, I rise up,
a beautiful bird gliding along with the undulating waves.
O, the murmuring waves ~~
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July 20, 2013
Poetry/Verse/0, the murmuring waves
Copyright Protected, ID 07-493-830-20
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
End Of October Premiere Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 10/2013
Sixth Place
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Any Old Poem #6 Standard contest
sponsor, Skat, Judged 07/2013
First Place