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Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
A damp cold place of gnarled trees, twisting
Whispers of solemn grandness
And hues of greenness
This writer's
Bliss
This dreamer's
Forlorn deep darkness
Where drooping branches caress
And dark poetic thoughts are rambling
Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
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February 12, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Poetic Bliss
Copyright Protected, ID 02-640-399-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
My invented form is called Poetic Ramblings
For the Standard contest An Invented Form,
sponsor Andrea Dietrich, Judged 03/2015
Fourth place
I Can’t feel the knives or the needles—
that absence itself is a symptom,
the nervous system dimming its lamps
to conserve what little current remains.
I make a grandness in the dark—
the mind, starved of warmth, builds cathedrals
out of shadow, rehearses importance
as a way to survive being small and alone.
Depression is not sadness.
It is anesthesia mistaken for peace.
It is the brain lowering the volume
on pain until it lowers the volume on joy.
I see it in the pauses between sentences,
in the way time thickens,
in how tomorrow stops applying for citizenship
in the patient’s imagination.
This illness speaks in negatives:
not hungry, not tired, not hopeful,
until the self becomes a series of doors
the body no longer bothers to open.
Yet even here, there is data worth trusting:
the fact that you came,
the fact that language still gathers itself
into lines, into images, into a reaching.
Treatment begins quietly—
with restoring sensation, not happiness;
with learning again how pain can be felt
without becoming a verdict.
One day the needles return as needles,
the knives as metaphors only,
and the dark—still present—
loses its authority to name you.
Until then,
this is not weakness.
This is an injured mind
doing its best to keep me alive.
To You from Nighttime Skies
Soft and slow the evening breeze
Does filter out the day
Silently it sways the trees
In perfect night display
A clouded veil does wrap the sky
In grayish darkened hues
This curtain’s dreary night disguise
Does not disturb the views
As raindrops ride the atmosphere
To wet the ground below
Shadows form and disappear
Retreating as they go
Overcast a watchmen sent
His eyes to guard this eve
Still the dream shall come to pass
If only you believe
Dark of night and storms that brew
Will not deny this place
The grandness of its endless charm
Shall find your loving face
For in this vast expanse does grow
An everlasting love
To shower down on those who know
So softly from above
For if you look your eyes may meet
A joyful sweet surprise
You’ll see it is my love I send
To you from nighttime skies
Good Night Soupers
There, in the kitchen of this modest dwelling,
A cheerful room, in spite of its lack of grandness
Home to the little family
Who gathered together each evening
For string beans and mashed potatoes,
Eating with relish at the rectangle of oak
They recounted a day filled with stories
Of the playground mishap,
Of the clearance sale at the hardware store,
Significant things or things without matter
The scene reconstructed, each night of the week
With new accounts of a busy day
A ritual never lacking in importance.
This coming together at the end of the day,
While chomping away on an unidentifiable casserole,
Filling the belly, as well as the soul,
Consuming tidbits of noodles, and wisdom and the love of being together.
Until, one day it was time to retire
The humble piece of oak with the four wobbly legs
For something more presentable. Something more impressive,
That would serve the expanse of a family
Which had grown in numbers throughout the years.
How could anyone have known the significance
Of that aging old table with its warp in the middle?
The sag she had tried to hide with a checkered cloth.
Those who sat there day after day, hardly aware of it's meaning.
This old oak piece, having withstood crayon marks, spilled milk,
Even small holes from the time when father, while repairing a picture frame,
Had accidently hammered nails all the way through and into it's top.
Who knew that a weathered old piece of wood would be witness
To such love and importance
And in itself, was more worthy than
Anything this family could have ever imagined?
Softly the droplets rustle the leaves
The lake is alive with a thousand ripples
All else is still, no breeze is evident
When suddenly the drummer picks up the beat
A crescendo of pattering now resounds
The atmosphere is alive as the lake boils
For a moment there is anger in the air
It only last but a spell, as peace is soon restored
And softly the droplets rustle the leaves once again
Peace abounds, life giving liquid falling from heaven
Joy surrounds the lake this morning
Not from all of nature’s storming, this is not the fate
The grandness is hidden on this auspicious date
In the fact I stopped and watched just a while
A rainy morning at the lake
Breaking through the apathy
Of the outside world
Subliminal in my ear
Like osmosis it issued forth
An amazing island of sound
With voice's resonance harmoniously imparted
With the multiplicity of overtones
From all directions
Omnipotent waves of notes of wonder
Absorbed within my cavity
The treble to bass
A soundtrack to my spirit
Vibrations of translated delight
Its grandness of mood and muse
Of love sublime
The sheer gratitude of being alive
And full of heart
To become an emotional stream
A river of soul
That flows from inward to outward
From my body until
It can go no further and tries to escape
With small explosions
Surfacing on my skin
Forming tiny bumps of flesh
In a multitude of electrical charges
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A glowing yellow moon, fills the sky with light,
As it oozes on roofs, on a cold starry night.
Blues and purples, swirl gracefully through the sky,
As distant galaxies, can be seen with our eye.
An old church spire, pierces the landscape,
Casting dark shadows, in a triangular shape.
The deep dark blues, envelope the distance,
As light from gold windows, proves the towns existence.
The stars that glow, above our heads,
Trickle light, like dust, as people lay in bed.
A dark black bush, blocks views to the west,
We stare at the town, as a welcome guest.
Warmth and light, radiate through clouds,
A soft warm light, the town it enshrouds.
We look past the town, to a midnight canvas,
With hills and boulders, in awe of its grandness.
A dry blue sea, that shines green in the day,
The hills surround the town, down the valley it lays.
The horizon merges, with a sky blue and gold,
As the moon floats above, so effortless and bold.
As the town prepares, for their deserving sleep,
We stand on the hill, look down and weep.
We look in awe, at the warmth of the light,
My favourite painting, Van Gogh Starry Night
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Wake up, the winter wound melted away,
Once more, the blooms are enthusiastic.
The advent of spring heralds a bold stay,
Shout birds are making a thrilled somatic.
From the landscape raw pristine is sprouting,
Everything in riverscape should be green.
What a bright reason to receive a leave,
As a tribute to this stunning viewing.
Crisp nights and long days need shift of routine,
Snatch a deep breath of pure air, then reweave.
Confess again your grace and optimism,
The whole universe is filled with wonder.
Rise, disdain your worries and pessimism,
Clear your thoughts and foster a blithe stunner.
Simply focus on splendor and fairness,
Nature's symphony may also be heard.
Brighten your day, the warmth of the sunlight,
With pale clouds moving through azure grandness.
They rustle as leaves in the trees, green horde,
Birds hum their tunes and glide through the air sight.
The downpour has stopped, leaving the air clean,
While I lay on lawn, my breath is shallow.
Close and reveal my eyes, just to be seen,
Sense of being in a marooned hallow.
But the honey bees humming, brings heart's cheer,
As I release my soul, my sense grows free.
The scent of ebbing steps is a faint smell,
A lush, fresh breeze from a blooming tree, near.
Who could touch the wind sans felt its warm spree?
As you groove, you'll be lured in by its swell.
2TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
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Have they ever asked themselves
what's the purpose of this life;
and why we are born of a mother
who leads us to a quiter shore?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
questioning the diffidence of the eartly man!
Have they ever seen showers feed
the blossoms of a peach tree?...
Warm raindrops that Nature offers
to magnify the grandness of flowers!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeing beauty when all ignore surprise!
Have they ever seen the majestic pine trees sway,
almost piercing the wandering clouds of color rose...
drifting towards the lustrous sunset of May;
can a strayed soul obtain redemption with deep-felt remorse?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
contemplating creation with the purest feeling!
Have the ever stopped along the roads
swarmed with mimosa and jasmine and inhale
the fragrance of their tiny flowers,
being totally inhabriated by their smell?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
thrilled by the natural state of the wild!
Have they ever seen those cities made of concrete,
where the errants struggle to breath,
and sunlight is as rare as an uninvited sunset;
there the church bells toll in extreme heat!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeking,but not finding spirituality of any kind!
Safe in each other's arms lies our compass
a gifted direction of serenity in the evening
when your smile is a flesh tone canvas
that points to the stress that is leaving
our sanctuary in twilight is a calming delight
where we cast all of the day's troubles aside
welcome the soft grandness of love's gentle light
to this cause our hearts will always abide
no walls to build where emotions can hide
in this realm of purity, our safe haven
to these quiet moments our contentment is tied
so, this refuge of love is never shaken
we share the tenderness of our compassion
to lie still and silent in our love's armor
we are one another's home and companion
where our heart is a safe and welcomed harbor