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Nestled with the glittering elements,
I ponder the immortality of the senses—
my lucidity twirls,
as pirouetting flakes through
sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms,
drifting like arctic embers,
towards cerulean twilight skies,
beyond frost covered pains,
littered across glacial clouds that linger,
swirling upon an indigo iced cluster of
topaz teal stars,
enveloping my cobalt soul beneath your
cashmere caress—
we behold the wonder of an
opulent crescent moon,
cradling our kismet love, in
vows of our balsamic destiny, ever
sanctioning icebound purgatories
buried deep in our bones, in
flurry feathered snowfields,
guiding our
souls back home to our halcyon hereafters,
where I’ll sit throned as the
queen of blizzards,
wearing a crown of bleeding splinters.
I'm nestled in daydreams, safely tucked in a halcyon haven
away from the stress that greedily feasts on me like a raven
My Utopian realm offers a peaceful kingdom; a sanctuary
where there is no arguing with any acrimonious adversary
I take flight to a lowland vale, with gardens in full bloom
safe from life's burdens, as if I'm still inside my natal womb
Fields of wildflowers and carpets of moss are my landscape
Orchard of grape vines and a citrus grove is where I escape
Showers and sunshine are nuanced in my Eden of tranquility
I live harmoniously with forest animals in absolute affability
Blue skies brighten every day, darkening to indigo each night
Wrapped in my lover's arms, beneath stars and soft moonlight
l live in a multi-level tree house, sprawled in a stand of pine
My neighbors are feral mustangs; a roaming herd of equine
I built a porch that overlooks the view of my pastoral land
watching eagles as they hunt and soar with feathers fanned
I watch each stained glass sunrise as it surfaces from the sea
and each sunset, when dusk paints pastels with grand esprit
No fence surrounds my oasis, no flashing lights or blaring horns
and I've hybridized my roses, so no longer do they have thorns
There's some sanctity to be found in a divine place like this
One of spiritual symbiosis and a bounty of benevolent bliss
There's no known place on Earth where everyone gets along
but in my sanctum, no one ever tells me I'm too headstrong
I long for a refuge where I can take ample time to just relax
where I'll not be faced with the entity of fear, called parallax
When fire storms of frustration blaze much too high to douse
I'll be daydreaming while climbing the stairs to my tree house
August 18th, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent On
The tide of time stood motionless silent
with me, marooned on the aegean beach,
gleaming in the drizzle of tiffany twilight,
as the senile sun sank in admiral splendor
beyond the luring lap of the lapis horizon,
cobalt sea soaked the splinters of cyan sky,
ribboned by the strands of periwinkle cloud,
blown by the rippling aquamarine breeze.
You came flying on sapphire wings of zephyr,
the swirling ebony hair kissing your teal lips,
laced the latticed eyelids of the prussian eyes.
From the sliding shadow of the azure waves,
I swam on the turquoise twinkle of your eyes,
drowned deep in the indigo sea of your heart,
embracing me with ardor of cerulean yearning.
October 7, 2020
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July22
Written: November 17, 2023 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
Butterflies are self-propelled flowers.~R.H. Heinlein
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I was beset by fetching shade and quiet.
Silky blue wave was all that lent insight.
Cynosure twilight, nocturnal birds in the air
Comely moon is at its peak—it imparts glare.
Nighttime wind howling and exquisite moon
A sense of demure in stygian helps ease the loon.
Quench me while I bask in its exquisiteness.
Whilst wave waltz in the night's inure emptiness.
I grasp a nemesis moon; lilting wings are one.
Might collide in her mellifluous swings in the sun.
I look at another butterfly, a one-winged moon.
Until I'm inebriated on opulent honey and swoon.
An indigo moon, a velvety butterfly in scope
A seraglio amid flower petals, flying on a slope
As dreams fly toward me, my soul soars in the sky.
Holding hands, aureate as the sun climbs high.
Frail spirits are seen in cobalt, marigold, and blue.
Flutter and sing nebulous operas, then subdue
Diaphanous butterfly flight; the moon guides waves.
Butterflies flew by willow trees on the paves.
Her theatrical pirouettes and plies were unique.
Her effusive leaps and swanlike views amaze sleek.
Pearl blue eyes, rose-colored skin, and silver hair
The prima donna version of a frog lacks a stare.
Amidst the tranquility of the nocturnal calm,
What ensues in its midst, amid the lunar charm?
When gloom veils our sight—quiet crams the air.
Utterly divine events happen beyond compare.
Don't opine the sky's limit if moon steps are seen.
The only limits are yours; call it a muse, not a dream.
Quit your egregious zone to foresee epoch beyond.
Strive for the full moon, and Elysian stars will bond.
indigo bunting
sits on aluminum rail...
confusion_plastic
At a feed and seed store, I saw this what I thought was an Indigo Bunting..
We see them rarely around here and usually the sightings are very fast
and fleeting..
This one was just sitting on this what looked somewhat like a TV antenna
but it was not more than five foot tall(the antenna)..In my head, I was
trying to figure this out then the bird just kept staying there and not
moving..I was thinking this is really strange..When my husband got back
in the truck, I said look at the Indigo Bunting just sitting there and not flying away..He drove down closer so we could see and it was plastic..
Darkness comes upon us in play,
some brief interlude midday,
where the sky turns blackened from the gray.
And in the yard's quick environmental fall,
hide away all creatures great and small
slipping into shaded crevices at the pall.
The sky so brilliant blue an hour ago
discolors hues to paint the sky in blacker indigo
while a hush falls to still and quiet life's quickened flow,
and on the trunk of the great and mighty oak
cries a squirrel calling to unseen hiding folk.
We wait, patient in the stillness of the pale
assured by technology the world does not fail;
it is but a momentary lull
when the moon passes bold and full
before the sun's earlier radiant glow
and an eclipse is is clearly understood.
The beauty though begins to mesmerize
drawing us in to all that in nature lies;
a universe beyond our human dreams
carries on without man to intervene
and God alone has complete control unseen.
An ancient mariner I’ve a secret,
I made me a boat hidden and unseen.
I glide on the cascading mountain stream
that carries its past in needles of verdant fir,
alongside me they float, nobody has ever seen.
The wind on my raised sail tells me
how the sailor crossed the storm surge,
whispers the secrets of the shrouded sky,
narrates the fascinating story of the land far,
the river hasn’t seen, and it would never know.
I drift past wooden people on bank,
some singing birds I adore fly with me.
The river promises to take me to the sea
where indigo waves crown pearls on crest,
sunburst sky sprays collage of colors on beach.
The river will keep its promise I know,
I’ll sail on the rhythm of the rolling waves,
travel across sapphire stretch of seven seas,
beyond which there would be no sea to cross,
there would be no hazy contour of shore to reach.
Maybe I’ll meet someone there waiting
who would tell me why I made this journey.
Written : January 25, 2019
Contest : Strand Pick 9, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Thoughts of you fall like colorful confetti
Cooking my brain like soft spaghetti
Water flows through my veins no blood
For you vampire drained me with sucks
And I couldn’t get enough
Self sacrificing for lime love
That smells of pine and lavender
In the thickest part of winter
Are you warm or is it charades charm
For love is always fresh in indigo infancy
Melting hearts red painting sky blue
My soul consumed you like red cherries
Fruit in my womb like bright strawberry
From kisses and reminiscences like cranberries
Bitter sweet to be so heavy with child
I can never get away from your smile
Despite the end of romance so wild
Is it that you can just walk away
And I can honestly say
Some seasons must end that way
I could adorn you
with great riches,
but my greatest gift
to you is my poetry.
Lost in the gravity of your love,
my soul has lost control of its senses,
floating in euphoria,
ecstasy and elation.
In the presence of your beauty,
even the stars hide with envy.
My muse that was once mute,
is now briskly blooming at night.
My simple musings
were without meaning,
before the first glimpse
of your elegance.
Now my heart
is whispering to the sky,
enchanted by shades
of dreamy indigo nightfall,
as twilight glows in
clementine and violet hues.
An end to
monotone blackberry skies,
as the earth creates colours
in time for our union.
Moonlight illuminates
our dream world,
as pearls appear,
radiantly reflecting,
like a constellation
in your eyes.
Your luscious lips like
merlot petals,
entice with
soft sensual warm breaths.
As we blend,
it feels like the air is alive.
Consumed in intimate infatuation,
inhibitions fade in slow motion,
as desires dissolve
like a secret of the stars.
“Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Turquoise splendor
Soothing, so tender
Sprays of salty liquid
Painting my senses
In thrills and serenity
Cobalt whispering
Through silence
Caressing the spirit
With gentleness
Sighs of contentment
Sapphire brilliance
Risking the winds
Dancing with intimacy
Like a kiss against naked skin
Electrifying as the falling star
Azure laughing
Singing to the night
Rousing the heart
To feelings so alive
They breathe past all hurt
Cerulean praises
Rushing toward a full moon
Alone on the waves
Riding swells of breakers
Leaning into prayers for courage
Indigo longings
Beckon for the memories
Of moments spent on waves
Surfs of light and sound
Shadowed by the seas calling
Ashy flow of mermaid abode
Rising on the sand
With shells molding prints
Visions of promises spent
On seas of melancholy
This ocean of loneliness
Embraces my quiet thoughts
With mists of kindness
Penetrating my yearning soul
Racing to bring me solace
Writing Prompt, Oceans or Seas - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
August 19, 2021