Long Finespun Poems
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A thousand simple things make me smile...
The sleeping form of a precious newborn,
A child's drawing in his own artistic style,
Pastel shades of the sky in the early morn,
Fairytales written about a magical unicorn.
I am amused by hair with corkscrew curls
on heads of adorable little, giggling girls.
By puppies tripping over their own feet,
Watching moonlight's glow as night unfurls,
And a surprise kiss that's incredibly sweet.
Someone falling should never make me laugh,
But quickly, I'm chuckling out of control
Then sincerely apologize for my social gaffe.
I wildly cheer when my team scores a goal.
I've heard that 'Laughter is good for the soul.'
In a spontaneous moment of outdoor fun,
I've jumped into a deep snowdrift at full run,
I find great pleasure in setting myself free
to share the taste of cotton candy, finespun...
Life is sweet when I make no excuse for being me
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In the study, bright and sunny,
I thought I'd try something funny.
Three minutes, that's all I need I cried,
As I set my timer, pen and paper aside.
I brewed my thoughts, to nice and hot,
Clicked the timer, it proclaimed a plop.
The words danced, swirled in a muse ballet,
Melding to a happenstance touche.
But, soon my thoughts began to drift,
To coffee and toast, as a hunger twang miffed.
I'm way ahead with my word play draft,
Surely there's time to pause my craft.
Suddenly the timer beeped, too late it cried.
My poem lay there soft, with runny white inside.
Just like a par boiled egg, it was yucky, half-done.
Poems like eggs, need full time run, to be finespun.
I already understand that children
grow inside two blinks,
as quickly as the novel Mayfly
comes to the surface to die.
I'm pining for those first days again,
of edentate smiles, milestones
to fund future independence.
Pineapple-sized hearts I cradled;
lulled, exchanged dank nappies for dry;
ferried on uncrossed seas,
your armada.
Smoothed rough waters as if by divine speech
because mothers can. I was thinking that I could always be your oxygen.
I let you walk through me, under, right over.
The rocking horse
brought for my bromelain angels
winged you away -
this blasted Pegasus ...
I miss you now.
How you rode away,
ephemera of innocence!
So, what then?
Me, fumbling wild in the backspace you left.
Your flabbergasting key smash to freedom
broke our finespun home, you left
me to talk to your father, Child,
to renegotiate
the bonds;
reconstruct ancient code,
deleted excess text -
obfuscating precision and knowing -
the tribal tongue of lovers
unlearned, forgotten;
escaped alongside discarded baby bath suds,
strewn puddles of rubber duckies,
tired breasts suckled
by fresh management.
She danced with the moon
For the stars in the sky,
Then into my heart;
I’ll never know why.
Her laughter, contagious;
Enchanting her looks.
Lept right of the pages
From storied old books.
She sings up the morning
And tucks in the night.
That lilting, sweet voice
Tells me everything’s right.
When she’s gone, I’m empty
And filled with despair:
An unfillable void,
Black nothingness there.
And then she returns
On the rays of the sun,
Glittering, sparkling,
Like gold thread, finespun.
She danced with the moon
For the stars in the sky,
Then into my heart;
I’ll never know why.
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for the POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Beata Agustin
written on 03/23/2022
With finespun fingers of silky words
brushed with passionate warmth cashmere,
fill my pillow here with your lush and luscious thoughts
so my starry-eyes may wander hushed sighs, as mere
sleepy sweet nothings whisper flushed forget-me-nots.
Dress my dreams agleam your soft sterling tiffany,
upon moonbeams of cream chiffon fly your mused rapture
in glimmers; so shimmers swooned stream’s epiphany
of silky words cashmere - dream’s cocoon you capture.
Susan Ashley
November 24, 2017
~ Fifth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Early Feb. 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Poet’s note; In honor of my friendship with the wonderful and talented poet, Paul Callus, I would like to express my heartfelt appreciation. His lovely response to my comment on his beautiful poem 'Whispers of Love' lit the fuse to my muse, inspiring this poem...
Thank you, my dear friend Paul,
your artistry inspirits me.
Music drifts through the shadows of the night
As lovers dance under a Wolf Moon's glows
Wrapped in glorious glimmers of starlight
Where hands gently merge as unseen time slows
They caress the heart with their eyes alone
And give birth to fervor they feel within
Where flowering blooms grow from love's seeds sown
Nurtured by feathered flames embraced again
To draw them nearer and pause with a kiss
In a moment sensual and silent
Where lover's tongues search for erotic bliss
They find a welcomed hunger compliant
Only lovers can feel love's realm as one
Beneath the cloak of night's beauty finespun
1/31/21
contest Sensual Poetry
The black water rolls upon the dark sand
As the gold of twilight unveils its string
The soft reds and light grays start to command
And rise slowly, as the day tries to cling
The black of the sea is touched by the sun
As it sinks beneath where sea and sky meet
Thin gray clouds stretch, as though a thread finespun
Weaving a tapestry for eyes to greet
To lay in the silent vastness and space
And capture the beauty, held in the mind
To linger still, in memories embrace
A picture painted to always remind
How soft the vision, when colors convene
When Nature allows,when painting a scene
5/9/14
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Santa and his helper elves stacked the sleigh
With presents for children on Christmas Day
Soon off they would ride
Through wintery skies
Jingling bells and Ho! Ho! Ho! all the way.
Rudolph leads the way, he's head of the herd
His shiny nose lights the way undisturbed
He's happy and proud
To ride through the clouds
Bellowing Ho! Ho! Ho! whenever stirred.
Santa Claus sits at the back of the sleigh
Keeping gifts in his sack safe on the way
He has lots of toys
For all girls and boys
A big Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa has to say.
Singing Christmas Carols all journey through
As Jesus is the gift for me and you
The night casts a spell
O’er earth all is well
And there’s Ho! Ho! Ho! from Santa and crew.
When Santa's work is done then there is fun
As Christmas celebrations are begun
Fairies and elves dance
And the reindeer prance
Ho! Ho!Ho! another year's task finespun.
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3rd December 2022
Children’s Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
I wonder how so beautiful a flow'r
Is not endowed with much more power
As the rose that turns a look so dour
To something sweet, to smile and not glower.
Your pretty face turned constant at the sun
Is it a desire not to be outdone?
Or an entreating look to a beloved one
Whose love was sought once but he did shun?
Your dark green garb made even greener than
All the thick foliage that about you run
Makes your golden head shine brighter to stun
And dazzle the eyes like a thread finespun.
Oh, continue on this drab hill to grow
Give a touch of color to this tableau
That we who live in our houses below
May gaze on beauty in the afterglow.
March 17, 2023
Like the sound of ocean in a seashell
My ears ring of the love for the ocean
With land, river, lake unable to quell
The ache for sea, woven within finespun.
The sound of waves that break and surge up shore
Washes the stain and stench of inland slime
From the mind and body, right to the core
Purifying, cleansing like bells dawn chime.
Heralding last hour, all gone and dusted,
Flushing away the past's stain, taint and scour.
New dawn born each hour, freshened and flustered.
Time with the sea renews, like chimes on hour.
The sound of sea in sync with my being
Sustains love with chants and seesaw seeing.