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A winter wonder
outside my window
of pure pristine snow
the ground painted white
meets . . . a white-gray sky
The birds fluff up
their snow feathers
holding . . . branches
~ ~ tweeting a song ~~
Now, snowflakes,
are . . . . drifting
soft ** they * fall **
Oh yes
I love ~
snow!
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January 6, 2021
Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/Winter Wonderland
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1318-975-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Diminished Hexaverse
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 01/22/2021
First Place
BLANKET OF FLUFF
a halo of snowflakes
******
encircles my * crown *
*********
alights on brisk hair
f l u t t e r s on lashes
dusts my wool coat
playfully *hangs*
on my winter * scarf *
numb fingers inside homemade gloves
gather around the warmth of the palm
flake friends
compress my boots
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leaving prints
and crunch -
as i walk
in pure white -
newness of life
a camouflaged bunny
appears so opal bright.
is he a shovelful of snow,
or born of a cookie cutter’s press?
an artist spreads s n o w f l a k e s
with his bunny tail brush
only irises and pupils,
pink noses and cheeks,
p e e k out from the artist’s blanket of fluff.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
THE INTRODUCTION TO KELP SEAWORTHY
BEGANS WITH THE RE INTRODUCTION
OF THE SOUNDS OF FRUSTRATION
EACH WORD SPEAKS
TO THE NEED OF BRINGING
CREDIBLITY BACK TO
A WORLD WERE
FLINKLE DINKLE DORKS
FLURISH.
PER- DIGGLE
DIFFLE DA- WORPER DOO!
YET THEIS DOGGLE DIFFA'S
ARE SPOKEN OF AS
THEY ARE GITTLE GOOB GAFFERS!
(LAUGHING, SMILING)
BUT WE KNOW THEY
ARE DINTLE DAGGLE DERF!
FLINKLE FLIG AH FLUFF!
SWITTLE SINTLE DIFFA DEW!
MR. KELP SEAWORTHY, MIGHT WE SPEAK LIKE
MIFFLE WOFA DIFF'S?
HUH? CAN WE TALK LIKE WOFA DIFF'S?
OR ARE WE GONNA, STAND OUT HERE
AND ACT LIKE
WE ARE SUM-AH LUMMA DINKS
AND MIFFLE DANK DIGGLE DEW!
MISTER: OF COURSE NOT !
i live through the moments
in seconds
passing me by
in hopes that you will notice me
but
nothing....
feeling like a child
in a
candy
store
awaiting a glorious
sweetness
with all the hopes that
if
I am patient
and a good little girl
i will be rewarded
by your
promise of
cinneman hearts
but nothing
ever comes of this
wishful thinking
naiive
feeling your scorn
like licorice whips
salivating
i grasp for your Red Lips
and you do nothing
those chocolate eyes do watch me
and i beg
for something more
other than the promises
they fill up the jelly bean jar
too many to guess
in your game
cotton candy
fluff
with no substance
sugary tripe
i wonder if you will ever know
the bubble gum has become too exhuasting to blow
~~~~Whimsey vs. Angst ( or-
You Don't Have to Be Drunk But it Helps)~~~~
Words of whimsey from my pen flow,
while words of angst I bury below.
Which is me, you may never know
if it's only pieces I care to show.
Whimsey is as whimsey does.
So frivilous, happy thoughts buzz
around in my brain , as if it was
full of nothing but fluff and fuzz.
Writing of angst is not my thing.
Words of sadness, words that sting.
Whimsical words always bring
a happier mood, a fest, a fling.
So don't ask me for a sad, sad song.
It would definitely be wrong
to bore you with an epitome long
that saddens and depresses the throng.
Poetry of a happier time
flows in verses and in rhyme.
I'll pen you thoughts joyful and sublime
if you just pass the tequila and the lime.
The High Night of the Dark Wind
Dancing fairies on the lake of ice,
leaving no marks as they pass.
The tiny birds, chase them...
not to eat, but to join them,
laughing and chirping together.
The trees are heavy with snow.
Thick with the night's fall.
In places, it drifts lightly still,
quietly, peacefully,
deeply, solemnly.
Winter at its height,
cold and frost, coupled with
ice cakes, ice cycles...and black.
Sharp pain, and brilliant light...
glared against the sky, too blue,
then dark and full of clouds,
sinking to the land,
covering it in a new world.
This is the fresh ground,
the future of yesterday.
Slowly from this point forward,
it will get warmer...
the days will be longer,
and more hopeful,
with each passing.
Wolves in the deep north,
howl their last song,
it is not mournful,
but soulful,
and meant to be a gift,
of goodbye,
until the north brings again,
the ever white fluff,
that fills the land with wonder,
to plunder the light from the moon,
through the trees,
before and even after,
the great freeze.
Where to start?
Asleep is the hope of mine
In the shadows of my dreams
The crimson curtains have collapsed
And are cemented to the floor
Entombed behind the stage
Petrified
Where to start?
Ardently athirst
For my music to become a reality
Are there any more enduring rays
To blaze this shroud and open the pathway
For this song to be born
Upon the heavens, hear my call
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Awaken me from this night
Thunder and Light help
Replenish my heart and mind
Energize my ai’s
Revive me from the tomb of stone
Loan me thy sight
Enthroned with thy might
Eroding this mountain of rubble and turning it into sand
So, I may peel medusa face from my form
To be reborn
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Awaken me from this night
To stand on holy ground
With a new coating
Of majestic color
And armor burnished bright
My yearning invocation
My yearning benediction
With the breath of life
Burn away the scar
See a cherish diamond star
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Awaken me from this night
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Fight
You got this
Fight
You got this
You got this, so fight
You got this
So fight, fight, fight
(Wooooowwwwooooo)
You got this
(Wooooowwwwooooo)
Waddle with me in a downpour of rain
Singing in a symphonious refrain
Jumping in puddles, splashing everyone
Simply because we will have lots of fun.
We'll fluff up our feathers, inhale fresh air
Twist and shake until we have no breath there
Because we are smarties, we have it cracked
And expertly do a ducky class act.
One two and then quack, one two and then splash
Allow alluring eyelashes to flash
Look to the left and then look to the right
Dancing and prancing from morning to night.
Then we can dream elating ducky dreams
In the wondrous world of fantasy themes
Arriving there, surely one can't do wrong
Waddling to the tune of a ducky song.
Old Man Winter grumbled and frowned,
Said, "Spring's taking way too long to come 'round!"
But a robin, so bold, chirped up from a tree,
"Relax, grumpy Gus, change is the key!”
Flowers peeked out, with a shy little smile,
Said, "Winter, don't fret, we'll be here a while!"
The grumpy old man, with a huff and a puff,
Melted away in a sunshiny fluff.
Caterpillars wiggled, "We're tired of this crawl,
Time to transform, and answer the call!"
They spun silken cocoons, hung high in the breeze,
And emerged as butterflies, flitting with ease.
Rivers they rushed, with a gurgling glee,
Carving new paths, to the welcoming sea.
The mountains stood tall, with a wisdom untold,
Whispered, "Change is the story, both young and old.”
The sun dipped low, with a fiery goodbye,
But promised to rise, with a brand new sky.
The stars winked and twinkled, then faded from sight,
Knowing the dawn brings a beautiful light.
Change, it isn't scary, it's nature's delight,
A constant refreshing, both day and night.
So shed what you must let go of the past,
Embrace the new season, that's here to outlast!
What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close ...so intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do?
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
all the time or do they like me long
............................................................for autonomy
Do their branches reach for another’s touch?
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?
When a tree falls does another one grieve?
...............................................................
Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free
as he does....... from me?
Does life always include such serious stuff?
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?
Do they ever
wish
to find
the sea?
To fly
to fly?
just
like me?
What on earth is it like ....to be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely?
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?