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I catch myself roaming around our cottage by the bay this July--- the glare of sun toasting shells along the coast. My mind wanders on until nets are hauled by fishermen of our town, arms bronzed by summer’s tug and rowboats swelling with a day- long’s catch. On through dusk, moonlight gradually rises as elders welcome exhausted yet joyful trawlers with a serenade.
fragrance of heat wafts
on mariners’ parched bodies
reflecting noon’s toil
With delight, I await grandfather’s arrival along the dock. Knowing he loves the sea, we linger on the bank while I help him carry a weighed basket of trout, the prize of his quest . Quite nimble at sixty- eight, Gramp begins to tell me a litany of fables gathered from his water-world journeys—the sails through rainstorms and the different glories of dawnscape… orange in the moisture of bamboo shoots. I start to laugh quietly at his repeated tales knowing his memory slightly fails him now.
After mellow exchanges, my gaze lifts above, tracing eventide’s call by the path of new stars on the foreground. I revel at how we would stroll back home with laughter in our eyes, my own knees bending with his wobbled gait…the music of folks streaming.
as nightfall hushes--
guitar tunes ripple like waves
cooling blaze of night
Haibun Contest for Mick Talbot
7/3/2018
Old man,bending over,
arched like a fallen moon
in a dark lilac November sky.
joy and pain wrestle my heart across the emptiness
and toss it up like a damp rocket
to fall in a hidden corner where mice live.
Would that not be a good ending,to be dust
to these little creatures nesting
in my chewed green twine and my tartan basket?
They have eyes and shiver in my hand when I rescue them
from the cat…
as any heart might.
Now night falls on the newspaper basket
where the damp Times and the Guardian mix into glue
and tomorrow the sun will rise
and it will just be the garbage
with no poetic undertones nor deathly hushes..
Heather and a silver light
you stand on a hill top like a god
looking over his domain.
Strong and now weak
it’s the humane condition
Everlasting life is too dangerous for humans.
Silent,motionless,home of beetles
bit by bit we fall away
into the mother soil
with cracked jugs and dropped coins
for a future academic to dig into.
Transparent hand touches me.
Whose might it be but yours?
The cup
The mauve coloured love
Filled with tea or coffee
Impish and flirty
Richly ripply
Indulgence in anarchy
Fascinatingly
A festival of crimson glee
Agelessly
A cup of happy time
Smile seated on sweet lime
Tempting me to crime
Of misappropriation for tasting rhyme
Between hungry life and beauty
Between desert and lemon tree
Whether you agree or disagree
Towards an aesthetic view
The filigree I do
With Byzantine hue
On its obviously warm surface
Sometimes shy sometimes shameless
Sometimes suave sometimes reckless
Making mystic lattices
With pink brushes
In bliss time passes
The cup blushes
Sometimes a spring gushes
The thrushes lost in their music
The clock ticks on
Shadows grow taller
Dews gather in the dropper
As dusk walks in
On your evening chin
Time hushes
As the twilight blushes
On the golden rim
As I fill it to the brim
Night and day are gone astray
In pursuit of the chimera
Of my cup mania
The night descends from the stars
Among the firefly flowers
The mania ascends
And the two meet
What a feast
Psalms 150:6 (KJV) “Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.”
Trembling leaves, the graceful rose, jewellike dew,
Wed to stir the stars to glistening wonder
Nudging oaks and pines to a graceful breakthrough
Yearning for quiet during darkest thunder,
Whispering laughter over the heart and soul,
Adoring Him who can tear life asunder
His gentling touch ensuring love will console,
Moss covered logs, homes for frogs, weeping praises,
Stirring hope in those who know He’s in control
Praises who hushes doubt the scoffer raises,
Worshipping with a heart who truly adores,
Lighting the way for a joy that amazes
He is the perfect love that is fully yours,
With authentic praise, your faith opens love’s doors
Pillows, pillows, rainbow pillows everywhere
amidst this sea of pillows, two in lounging share--
capering aplenty, teasing, teasing thee.
Fun-filled laughter bubbles up, joyously, we be.
Fluffy, fluffy cotton knobs, wrap next to 'bods
Tuck so right in a hug, keep tight in the warmth.
Playing hard to get in merry-go-round zest.
Rock and roll, it drew smiles; rise and fall release sighs...
Teaser! Teaser, tease her! blushing freedom pairs!
Giddy music gentle lapping sound like chorale.
Closer, we become, touches twinkling like stars
in catch one's breath pause, our eyes interlace, comes we!
Pleaser! Pleaser, please him round the clock so light!
Do cuddle him lovingly and sing her a song,
between some brushes, he shall blow hushes
as when night and day strums, allow yin and yang rhumb
© Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Fraser
Written November 17, 2014
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hush quiets times child
silent babies sleeping sound
harken repeated
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sounds of whispers soft;
very quietly breathe breaths
whispers of the wind
~
speak very softly
breathe a breath less voiced muttered
quiets silent mourns
~
soft aloft sonant
utters not a loud sound hush
whispers quiet nights
7/17/21
For WHISPERS Poetry Contest
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Total # Words: 46
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
~*~
Away from all the city's noise
my body sinks into the marsh;
as birdsong trills of whispered hymn
I slide away among the trees.
My reveries in forest deep
are well concealed and hid from view--
with jazmines pinned on hair, and then
disperse like fringes in a breeze.
While my voice hushes, quite profound
I trace northwinds, balmy and strong
when evening spreads its velvet cloak--
and muffles any wail or blare.
Here I dream of family's lore
the Sunday feasts, the mourn of deaths
beyond the place where moonlight glints,
where field of life drifts...warm and still.
All the Little Pieces Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France 8/31/2020
swaddled under star,
light of the world inhabits
his created world.
thirty years of privacy,
three years for mankind to see.
Mary hushes him
in his manger cradle bed.
Joseph with world on shoulders
listens to angels in dreams.
voyage with his family.
fed by him, by her he’s fed.
she’d give him words, he’s THE word.
a fulfilled promise
not just to Israel, hence
for all of humanity.
a bed of straw, sleeps.
what does the Christ babe dream of
or do his dreams fly?
answers to generations...
turning water into wine...
protected in mother’s arms.
her protection, salvation.
gifts brought to him, he’s the gift.
shepherds the first to bow down.
shall shepherds lead us in praise?
12/23/2020
It plagues my mind… the silence
That is truth, when the roar
Of this place, this eternal thunder
Pounding away at the stillness
A stardust sky, shimmering – graceful
Promising the heart to bring, rather
Quiet, yet piercing peace, colored in hues
Radiating musings of memory,
Beckoning to the wonders inside of me,
Feelings blessed by the hand of God
Feelings that are trembling, alive
It startles my thoughts… the kindness
Naked kisses, embraces surreal,
Like lavender sunsets or reflections
On moonlit dreams, erasing the darkness
Laughing at the shadows, eager to be
Touched by the light, the intense glimpse,
A spark of imagination, soothing
Arising on the breathless ambiance, the
Stirrings of beauty surrounded by faith
Enlightening the eternal praises, poured
Out in prayers, petitioning the most
Wonderful, astonishing spirit known –
The spirit of One so great that only His
Light can bring hope to the broken heart
It is His love that guarantees me the truth
Will rouse my devotion, clarify every broken
Thought, encourage all those doubts,
Saving my soul from the dread that comes
When there are lingering fears, tears
Sliding along the lines of a faded feeling
Who believes that the truth will never
Take away the pain that follows the grief
Remembering only the silhouette, the
Outline of a whispered verse, poetry
Found in the word He gave each of us,
The word that reveals the truth to us…
The word that is alive, breathing
Into us – the music of eternal peace,
The miracle that is His gift to each one
Who believes in His Son – the Savior, the love
That beats in rhythm with each verse found
In the scriptures, sweet songs expressing
Forgiveness, God’s gift to those who believe
He is the answer to every need
He is the hope and faith – He is the wonder
Abiding with us when we feel His peace
Surrounding our spirit with this tender feeling!
It is grace – It is light – it is love from above
That hushes the shame and frees my heart
To listen to the wonder of His eternity, His gift
Forever and always – His love surrounds me –
Gentling each piece of me with
His understanding, His wisdom, His sympathy
The miracle of His compassion
Laced through each tear, each dream, each echo
From the hope that reminds me –
His love defines me!
I like you need love—soft hands and eyes,
A voice that hushes the ache of night,
The ghost of laughter under sighs,
And hope that flickers into light.
Empty skies are my sheltering dome,
Where no stars burn, but silence clings;
I wander far but never home—
The wind is full of my broken dreams.
Silver moon, you know my name,
You’ve watched me cry where no one sees;
Your light is cold but free from shame,
It falls like grace on trembling seas.
Deep seas keep what I cannot say,
Their hush is heavy, their pull is slow,
They sing my sorrow far away—
But I still feel the undertow.
There are holes in my soul like flame-kissed lace,
And love is the light that fills this space.