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Springtime facade shines
in embellished topography,
embroidered enshrined on
Monet landscape,
luminous
in effervescent elegance
with sparkle of blue lagoon
in dreaming ebullient eyes,
entranced,
and with lustrous lotus petals
of luscious lips
fervent,
painted on silken canvas
of magnetic countenance,
carved with narcissistic contours
of innate pride
with dormant Dorian Gray syndrome
subdued.
The sands of time
roll over wrinkled canvas,
winter twilight spider weaves
webs of facial furrows
of creased contentment,
empty eyes gaze,
forlorn
at weathered wasteland,
the lips of faded flower lose
passion patina,
enticing once,
hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss,
trapped in transient notion
sanguine,
for what is a face
if not a metaphor
for proclivity panorama,
the enduring snapshot
capturing mesmeric moments
in timeless frame
of concealed charisma,
contained.
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
and on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
How do I know what true love is?
Is it the effervescent warm glow?
Is it the loyalty and respect of masters pup?
Is it the fire of passion that waves uncontrollably?
Is my love truly in love with me?
How do two people to love each other equally?
Do they take turns like musical chairs?
Do they have to complete each others thoughts?
Do I need to always communicate the good and bad?
Do I need the love my woman as much as she loves me?
How does true love evolve over time?
Can it remain a flame despite being on cruise control?
Can it get stronger through pain?
Can I lose it and regain it like losing my phone?
Can I trust the one I have store my love to keep?
Pretty as what people does say
they didn’t know what I’ve been through
To gain my most self there I found you,
the passion of your longings; and intense well being
tis’ joyful and more pleasure to bring
I’m craving for you this time, your alluring voice
and amiable cuteness
Feels like I am gasping air to breathe
under your sweet effervescent smile,
and thy fiery eyes;
Sire, why are you alone this time?
Would you let me fill your fantasies?
amidst battle of loneliness
when you say that this imagination get ahead of yourself;
and I was like my icecream melts when I am with you;
I cannot fanthom why this could be true,
written in sonnets and poetry
reading spaces between lines,
and all those little things you said to me,
It’ll build tension just the two us
to tell you my sire, you made me even crazier
thinking of you and your deepest devotion
of thine passion,
you are the sweetest thing ever happened to me;
Like a daffodils swinging softly,
you savor thy lips of compassion
of my body reaching so heavenly, zenith lies within; I don’t wanna end this,
whilst your touch was so tender it seems pleasing,
thous’t you and I and this fairytale
I know my love for you ain’t cruel
Be the rising Moon in my dark nights, for I am thirsty for your light.
Rumi
Thirsty as a dry and parched rose in the dessert
Her liquid light of effervescent blue is calling me
Invitations of the highest order, she is moon and I am a
Roseling, seeking skies in a fibrillated night, she is a
Spangled silver light upon my semi-shadowed face
Titilating my senses across the waters I call her
Yodeling for attention like a wild Irish rose
for
Light me up moon as you light the garden rose
I want to feel your power like the howling wolf
Girth my soul and appeal to my senses moon
Helium to my thoughts you bring me home to you
True and trusted friend, you moon, are my telling rune.
Meet me back on those effervescent days;
Let’s swing on shafts of their lingering light,
Like our childhood hero in vine-borne flight,
Till we’re again in that sun-swaddled place,
Where once we were colts free to roam and race,
On meadows with dews of innocence bright,
And friendship’s rainbow arching every sight,
Before we were called to the adults’ maze.
Let us leap across the years, my dear friend;
Though our bodies may balk, our minds are lithe.
On the playground of our youth we shall land,
Where birds still kiss the sky, stingless bees hive,
And our mischief roiled through a drowsy glen
Whose slumber still our laughing echoes rive.
OUR EFFERVESCENCE
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Line of inquiry: "conjoined with the whole we play our life role exuding a scent granting love consent.
Marcus had a secret only a few of the townspeople knew. His touch could coax the most stubborn of seeds to sprout and the most withered of plants to bloom. The scent he exuded was reputed to be mystical, one imbued with a powerful blend of love and consent, one of divine affection and unity. His was not mere gardening prowess; it was a divinely given gift and one that shaped his life in ways he’d not imagined as a young boy.
On a hot summer afternoon, Elara—lost and withered looking—wandered into Marcus’ garden. He gave her a cup of sparkling water, its cooling effervescence refreshing her. A drop of it spilt on a wilted daisy. To Elara’s amazement, its petals immediately unfurled, revealing a bright yellow center.
Confounded, Elara asked Marcus, "How can you possibly do that? I don’t understand."
He hesitated, unsure if she could actually understand. "It's a gift from the Divine," he said, "a sparkling effervescence similar to that found in the pure waters of the nearby stream. It’s one given to those who wish to connect with their souls.”
A puzzled Elara continued visiting Marcus, over time her curiosity growing and her worldly fears dissipating. Although a loner, Marcus welcomed her believing their connection was divinely ordained.
“We are conjoined not by flesh,” he began one day,
“but by the Divine, sharing the Holy Spirit—
an effervescence, a sacred bond.
Severing this holy bond
invites disconnection and decay
much like a withering leaf on autumn’s breath.
But when conjoined, this sacred space,
wraps itself around us all,
a warm, aromatic shawl.
We are filled with the fragrance of unity,
satisfying surrender, perfumed purpose, and
the sweet aroma of unconditional Love.
When we listen and sup with the Divine,
we’re nourished by the alchemy of this connection,
the effervescent champagne of life, bubbling with Love.
Encourage, nay, celebrate this unity,” dear one,
“this sacred conjoining of all that is,
and all that ever will be.”
For me you’re designed, mesmeric scarred moon,
grace gleams in the convolute cradle of cyan night,
slithers in the silken sky I create for you,
a turquoise trail you trace in my heart incised.
Thunder cloud surges from the edge of stained night,
the debris of the splintered sky swathes me.
You retreat in the glare of anguish lightning,
searing the slivers of my fissured essence.
I travel in the tempest of strife,
serenade the broken notes of an unsung song,
in sync with the symphony of flawed passion,
making untuned melody in the snapped string of memory.
In the blemished visage of the veiled sun,
I paint on the scraped sensual canvas
your frail face with fragmentary fervor,
sedately smiling eyes sparkle my deranged dream.
On the charismatic canvas cracked,
my failing longing lingers in your effervescent eyes.
Etched in the invented lattice of patterned splendor,
your unsplit smile shimmers unspoilt.
Winged Zebra
Winged zebra dining on pure succulence,
beauty’s wanton need for satisfaction,
fulfillment of the blossoms scented craving
flowering nectar draped in golden orange.
What winds of chance have lifted your
frail wings, decreased the distance,
instinct slowly rising to a fevered need.
There was something about the way she moved
as if she glided - untethered - floated
through the chaos of a crowded room.
All eyes drifted, captured by her unintentional
beauty, mesmerized by the magic of such
effervescent energy.
She alit, soft cape draping her shoulders,
touched me for but a moment (as if to
fill a need) leaving me the better for
her passing, ever to dream
of her weightless wonder.
John G. Lawless
5/8/2015
Tryst edged ... Aurora whisper serendipitous saffrons,
e'er forging balms beamish strands to aerate crown's expanse, whilst bestrewn
lissome mists waltzes amongst errant gasp caught in rapture.
An ephemeral cloudburst evaporates on supine
silhouettes of the gods. Pristine manna with a sigh ... midst hollow
utter, guides dulcet zephyrs to petrichor arousals.
Purged euphoric realm steep in its prismatic solitude
poise, waft chimerical imagery effervescent caprices,
volley afar ... harks labyrinths mellifluous murmur.
Vesper, yon the zenith of Terra, breathe his claim toward
the cosmos, granting resplendent panacea a vestured vault,
... occasions an epiphany as moonglade o'er a lake.