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A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
tapping into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday)
It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before silently in her dreams,
And her dreams! Who knows? But He knows.
Her mother, yea, yet to be a mother then!
Then in her travail, yet rejoicing in God’s Gift,
With her friend and neighbors close by she was wriggling.
Her father, yea, yet to be a father then!
Then in his journey, anxious, yet praying all the way,
None but the Father in Christ is beside him.
She reaches the eighth milestone of life,
How she hath reached is by His Mercy.
I remember the day of entry into the world,
She made a cry within and it was not heard unto us,
We could not know why she had cried within,
But we know for she had prayed within,
And now we’ve learnt that her first cry would be to Him.
Her mother’s friend took her in his arms,
And showered thousand kisses on her tiny forehead,
And it is he always the God-sent providence unto them.
Her mother rose from her anesthetic sleep,
And her every breath, it’s the fact, pronounced THANKS unto HIM.
She longed for her God’s Gift and took her in her arms of love.
I watched her imprinting kisses on the silky cheeks.
Every one wept and there were tears of joy,
I collected those tears in the deep of my heart.
She hath reached the eighth milestone of life:
She flutters as the dancing star in the sky,
Like the tiny trout in the running brook she plays,
Sweet like the ripe apple ‘midst the orchard,
‘cross the horizons of joy and laughter she traverses,
Dressed in the Blessings from Above,
She looks purple with floating frilled skirt,
She wears the smiles of her mother,
Filled with friendly wishes from her school mates,
She walks amidst the song of her little blooms.
I can’t hold her joy she experiences,
And so her mother shares it with her
And too with her for she hath carried my prayer in her womb.
She grows with the Heavenly Grace,
And does proclaim the Glory of Heaven in her life.
Now she’s a little plant to grow more flowers,
And every flower shall be the message of His Mercy
A charming garden bloom called Love-in-a-Mist,
an old fashion flower romance kissed;
enclosed . . . . in a misty web,
with frilled leaves like thread.
So pretty,
toxic;
no kitty!
Grows wild in meadows,
in gardens it sweetly flows;
attracts butterflies and honey bees,
in the full sun this flower sways in the breeze.
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June 12, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/'Love-in-the-Mist
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1159-625-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Your Choice- Flower
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
As restaurants reopen,
Social distance rules in place,
There are choices to be made
About what diners will embrace.
Eliminate some tables?
Cordon off a few with rope?
Well, one owner found a special way
To help his patrons cope.
So at every other table,
As his customers get seated,
They might notice that by mannequins
Their glances will be greeted.
Dressed in costumes of the 40’s,
Looking elegant and frilled,
They create the false impression
That the dining room is filled.
Some may like this new arrangement
With its faux companionship,
But the waiters might object
To their imaginary tip!
Air ripples with the scent of spring on the meadow
I see the shine of dulcet patina of the dainty petals
unfurling with the tender touch of the dawn’s hues
enhancing the golden opulence of dancing daffodils.
The flowers blossom in lively silence with divine joy
look up to the sunburst canvas of the sapphire sky
absorbing its splendor in the essence of exuberance
paint the portrait of narcissus of exquisite beauty.
The satin night showers stardust on frilled corona
suffused with mesmeric film of flowing moonbeam
the flowers sway on slender stems in gentle breeze
they listen the whispering melody of spring sonata.
As the celestial charisma dances with floral cadence
swinging daffodils create joyous rhythm in my heart
perceiving the heavenly luster of ethereal euphoria
for the placid petals reflect the golden grace of God.
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March 8, 2022
Contest : Spring Showers Or Spring Flowers
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Sunrise and already the water
is being seared with a glow
as if under a grill.
You can feel the heat building
in the morning air, the sand
still warm from yesterday.
The tide has left the creature
stranded on the beach,
its frilled sail glistening
and rigged with blue tentacles
clumped menacingly beside
its motionless body.
The sun will soon cook it
to a dried out bladder.
This drifting marvel of murder
is now no more than sea phlegm
coughed up on the crest
of a wave. It looks so pitiful.
And yet it still
has the power to inflict
a painful sting. Venom
waits for one last desperate
chance to snare some poor
careless prey.
My fingers seem possessed
with a will to pick it up
to see how it feels without
being stung. I hover somewhere
between head and hand,
stranded by indecision.
Footnote
This is one of a series of poems
that have the shoreline as the
backdrop for the exploration
of meaning in things washed up
on the beach or in the experience
of being in the moment.
Paul
In the twilight hour waning outside my window,
opening to the hues of the eventide horizon,
the sky shimmers with the last glorious glow
of the sun setting at the edge of the indigo night.
Its cascading cadence caresses your face
with the turquoise touch of sensuous splendor,
we carried crimped in our entwined hearts
as the seraphic shadow of togetherness.
I haven’t counted the steps we sauntered
on the sliding sands spread on the shore of time,
but the frilled footprints I feel facsimiled in my mind,
yours beside mine, etched side by side, all the way,
where we are now in the serene shadow of eternity.
As the untamed winds of desire drifts away
the mystique mist of opaque obscurity,
the pearlescent streams of amorous sunshine surge
with the mesmeric momentum of fiery fervor
through my window open to the sky,
and drape your eyes with the tapestry of trance,
where I find in the azure firmament,
my fervent longing lie fascinated
in the gilded shadow of gold-lined cloud.
In the quietude of the falling night,
our intertwined shadows sail spellbound
through the sequins of the silver moonshine.
My aloneness finds wings in the desolate domain,
and flies in the beguiled breeze of euphoria
toward the end of our ebullient time,
where you see me still in the shadow of silence.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Look at her fairy wings marked and checkered with dark veins
And the frilled edges of its wings spotted with polka white stains.
With every swing and every dive in the air, this marvel does amaze
With its mesmerizing dance, a wondrous sight inviting us to gaze.
The blue butterfly merges well with the azure sky as it ascends higher.
As a splash of cobalt, again it comes down, landing on another flower.
Its gentle spirit inspires us to soar high, fly and flutter on wings of joy
Though its life is short, with the wind under its wings, it is out to enjoy!
Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with love and care day and night
You gladden me all through the day
That my verse on roses before all, gleefully I lay
Amid stinging thorns and the cover of leafy green
Your frilled beauty is sometimes veiled unseen
But as the wind croons all day in your ear
Your sweet fragrance spreads in the husky air
Thus, we are drawn to your hidden presence
And come to know of your lovely existence
You appear most beautiful when budding new
Lovely you are when your petals glisten, washed in dew
My Garden serves as a therapy in stress and strain
It is there, I forget and forego all my pain
When the first rays of light fall on the flowers
And the leaves are beaded with dew drops in bowers
I get out to work in nature’s household
And it brings me returns and rewards manifold
As I pull out every unwanted weed
A bit of my grief, I am learning to set aside
Sure, the smiling flowers give me lots of cheer
And my health improves, as I inhale morn’s fresh air
Are they whipped white milky cream
Sprinkled from heaven - or
Chunks of white cotton wool that
Reflect and gleam twilight rays
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
Through a shimmer of orange
Are they a host of graceful angels
In satin white frilled gowns
Hovering around shining bright
Drifting in delicate glide
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
In the bright serene sky
Are they a herd of white bunnies
Fluffy and soft, bobbing around
Scattering and wandering playfully
Scurrying and hurrying
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
Across the bold blue sky
Are they a colony of white and grey seagulls
Swooping and circling restlessly
At the looming of a storm
Whirling and swirling
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
In the dark blue overcast sky
Date: 05/12/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
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