Long Flotilla Poems
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The flotilla of the climbing clouds slowly slides away
across the smoky screen shifting from the twilight sky.
The beguiled birds bathe in the dome of the blushing bay,
in the flushing gleam of ambiance to their nest they fly,
as the fall arrives with crystalline splendor on the sly.
The transparent threshold of the halcyon horizon
splits the spreading sunbeam in the spectrum of hued spray,
sparkling shades spilling from its palette paint the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of garnet grass sway
on the lap of maroon meadow in rippling air drifting away.
The pasture wears the ornate diadem of diamond dew,
flickering with the finesse of dulcet dawn’s chromatic glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of defoliated trees stand on the soil fallow,
the gilded leaves rustle with the steps of hot days departing slow.
As the setting sun sets fire at the fringe of the serene sky,
making surreal celestial collage of vermillion ember bright,
under its crimson radiance my saturated spirit soars high,
as it perceives the mellow day drown in color cove out of sight,
the painting of Monet suffuses me with the aura of delight.
The smoky dust screen blows away far,
beyond the halcyon horizon to nowhere.
The flotilla of cotton clouds sails
in the concave ocean of cobalt.
Bowed slender blades of cinnamon grass sway
in the crisp air on the lap of pasture turned fawn.
Lining up the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path,
I pave anew to engrave your footprints,
the trunks of tawny trees stand forlorn like me.
The setting sun ignites the inferno of spectrum
in the seamless blazing sky of my longing,
makes the crumbled collage of vermillion embers.
Soaking the scarlet of sunset my heart is drenched
by the tinsel drizzle of the dwindling twilight,
I see the stars sprout in pellucid autumn night.
For the frozen gloom in the winter of discontent
I retain the endearing warmth embedded
in autumn’s buoyant afterglow.
I see then how the argentine aura
of the mesmeric moon envelopes you,
where I float on the stardust waves of your charisma.
My vision is enmeshed with the lilting lattice of dreams,
weaved by the enticing filaments
of your entrancing fervor.
The diadem of diamond dew decks the dawn,
while the malachite tapestry spreads unfurled
on your emerald meadow,
where my yearning saunters to reach you,
following the new turquoise trail
I wish you trace only for me.
The true essence of love I then perceive enthralled,
configured with the glint of your sequined charm,
designing the milky way in my psychic firmament.
Draped by the enchanting luster of your alluring shine
my heart’s horizon will forever radiate sanguinity
as the epitome of your afterglow.
Rains came and washed the hot summer days
sliding to winter freeze on the autumn bridge
seen in the burnt ginger sky turning azure cool
adorned by the flotilla of swan white cloudlets
waving farewell to the south flying swallows.
Verdant canvas gets coat of gold in the woods
ripened days of leaves dawn in riot of colors
while shaken by the unsteady northern wind
they cling to the shrinking stems waiting to fall
on the cinnamon soil of settled summer dust.
The curling leaves twirling by my window pane
I hear rustle in morning breeze on garden path
the swish synchronizing with tune of robin song
heralding crystal hues of the sunburst horizon
reflecting autumn’s golden glitter on dainty dew.
May 30, 2019
The charcoal clouds melt in the scorched sky,
serenading summer drizzle descends
with the fascinating flotilla in the arid air.
The spectrum of the setting scarlet sun
sparkles in the slant spray of the raindrops,
soaking the singed malachite meadow,
as pristine petrichor exudes in amber ambiance.
The raindrops cascade in soft musical torrent
in the misty puddle, spreading in my pasture.
I feel the nostalgic delight of my youth return.
The little pool morphs into glistening ballroom floor
for the aquatic ballet of the rolling rills.
I hear the silent symphony of the melodic past
in the rhythm of the raindrop dance.
From the barnyard comes a hopping fawn bird,
with spread-out wings flapping in the drizzle
the chicken squawks the tune of waltz for me.
So, I join her doing the feathered twirl,
spinning around together with slippery slide.
I tap my toes as she splatters the muddy water,
bringing back my younger days of joyful chicken splash.
The first
close-up of Mars was 1996 since then-
a flotilla of fly-bys orbiters landers and rovers
fourth planet from the Sun
roman God of war it is called
always the question is Mars habitable for living life
key to existence water is there water on Mars
could living creatures still exist
perhaps WE will become life on Mars
a continual chain of explorations finding new discoveries
polar ice caps
drifting clouds in its atmosphere
seasonal weather patterns
huge volcanoes the size of Arizona
canyons and proof of former flooding
it is rocky and cold and dry with a-
a hazy pink sky (that seems beautiful to me)
is Mars habitable for humans
the Curiosity Mars science laboratory
rover is on a bold exploration of discovery
for science
for technology
to find answers to questions and questions
did you know you could send
a postcard to Curiosity
the future holds promise with the launch in 2020
of a robotic science rover seeking life
all part of the Mars exploration
program to address the key question
the potential for life on Mars
And why 2020 you ask
well that is when Earth and Mars are
in the most advantageous positions of orbit
but for me there is another key question
would I-
leave this beautiful place of Earth
for a unknown existence
on a planet rocky cold dry with volcanoes erupting
but oh
something about that hazy pink sky beckons
______________________________
June 22, 2015
Free Verse
For the contest, Subject Mars, sponsor, Joe Maverick
Third Place
As the storm clouds of unforeseen gloom hover low
with the shattered sky’s diffused light of uncertain future,
I gift my soul sinking within the abyss of dire darkness,
glints of lingering hope from the cornucopia of nature.
The symphony of spring cascades in the cadence of air,
in the orchestra of zephyr its mesmeric melody I hear.
On sunburst sky turning to argosy of splintered ember
the flotilla of chromatic clouds makes flaming furrows.
As the mystic mist melts on the dew of the meadow,
the blushing blades of grass adorn the crystal crown.
From the canvas of sapphire spread on the pellucid sky,
drizzles the patina of ebullience on the rustling leaves.
The flushing fresco of flowers the bursting buds unfurl,
designing the tapestry of grandeur on beguiling garden.
The flitting butterfly swarm creates collage of spectrum,
serene scenes of sublime beauty brighten somber times.
April 9, 2020
Contest : Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
May 24, 2020
Contest : Strand No. 770
Sponsor : Brian Strand
The charcoal cloud miasmic,
melts in the ashen scorched sky,
summer drizzle descends
with the fascinating flotilla
that floats in the arid air.
The seeping spectrum
of the setting scarlet sun
sparkles on the slanting splash
of the rain drops,
soaking the singed malachite meadow,
exudes pervasive petrichor,
saturating the blazing ambiance.
From the moistened crack
of the desiccated soil
sprouts an olivine sapling
after waiting a long while,
spreads tender emerald leaves,
cradling a cute bud,
glistened by the touch
of the rhapsodic rain,
the pink petals unfurl,
draped with twilight tinge.
They dance in summer breeze
with the radiant rain drops,
turning into pearls,
reflecting the rainbow hues.
With the falling sultry dusk
the sprinkling sky sinks,
wavers with the cadence
of the serenading rain drops,
cascading with soft musical torrent
on the misty pane
of my dripping window.
The rain of nostalgic joy,
that beguiled the lost youth
returns innately inspired
to morph into meandering rows
in the ballet of dancing rills,
I feel roll with silent symphony
in the euphoric sanctum of my soul.
I hear my mesmerized heart
sing the rain song,
captivating for a while
the memory of the melodic youth,
that wanders in the rhythm of splatter
with the downpour of delight
beyond the arch of rainbow ecstasy
in the clement days
of raining in summer.
My volatile mind wanders in fanciful cauldron of emptiness,
floats on the fairy flotilla in the sunburst cloud’s recess,
makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy
on the synthetic canvas in the museum of memory.
The remains of rustic passion of sensual impression,
reflected from the mirror of childhood imagination,
entice me to take fantasy flight swirling in seamless sky,
where I follow entranced the trail of beguiled butterfly.
As the reverie buds blossom, I drift in its latticed wings,
flutter in the melody of illusion, whistling wind brings
from the flamboyance of the fleeting rainbow hue.
In mystic spectrum of silence I find the beauty of life anew.
In the sunrise sky emanate the colors of daydream,
my dismal mind soars to the realm of radiance to gleam,
where in halcyon horizon the aura of timeless bliss I see.
I then imagine I can fly in the magical air of ecstasy.
The flight takes me to childhood picturesque dreamland,
looped by sparkling river flowing like an ornate garland.
In childlike trance the mariner me sails paper boat happily,
that glides to the distant sea to dance on waves of fantasy.
The satin splatter of darkness drizzles down silently
from the concave cauldron of infinite blankness,
shaping the seamless sky in the descending dusk,
dwindling to condense into the opaque film of night.
The silken tapestry of black blanket spreads slowly
from the hinge of the horizon flushed by twilight,
fading away with the flotilla of cloud on the skyline,
from where fluid silver flows in the diaphanous night.
The sound of silence echoes in the night sky sonorously,
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to shine bright
on the bejeweled crown, the enthralling dome adorns,
moondust makes dream of you for me in amorous night.
In every stardust sprinkled night I wait awake fervently
for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel,
and walk through the craving corridor of my yearning,
as I am mesmerized by the allure of the beautiful night.
________________
November 13, 2022
Contest : Beauty Of Night Contest
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills tinged blue
undulated down the emerald luxuriant landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic waves that rolled into my view.
Its contours carved for my hamlet its serene shape,
where once was cradled my endearing home
in the bounty of beguiling nature that made me agape.
The fairy flotilla of the cotton clouds I would see roam,
make a mesmeric celestial panorama framed high
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean dome.
With the serenading wind whistling in sapphire sky,
my childhood ebullience soared to a great height,
following the trail of the colorful kites I loved to fly.
A silvery stream glided with the sparkle of delight,
surging with the shimmering allure of liquid pearls,
flowed with the flamboyant façade ever so bright.
On its rippling water fringing the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinted with the rainbow colors,
and saw these glide wobbling in the current’s curl.
To a distant fantasy land, waiting where I didn’t know,
I imagined entranced by the charm of infantile dreams,
on these boats my mariner mind would someday go.
From obscurity all these boats and kites I can’t redeem,
for in twilight zone with dust of time they’ve disappeared
beyond the horizon that is sinking in the dusky gleam.
The fondest childhood memory hasn’t yet deserted me,
in the glitter of sunset hours the child in me I still see.