Long Lilac Poems
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For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. - J. R. R. Tolkien
Stunning light reflects the music,
Softly playing in hues of beautiful,
Dreamy buds, inspired by the sun,
Whisper hope in gentle creams,
Fragile pink and blushing mauves,
Delicate peach and pale lilac – peace…
Dazzling shadows, vibrant scarlet,
Glittering jewels of sapphire, luminous
As the pearly white that soothes,
Reflecting the songs of a quiet twilight,
As the leafy silence breaths hope
Through the spring’s glowing blooms.
Climbing, gliding, soaring over windy seas
Beyond the waves, through the morning’s breeze,
Perfect wings, sail gracefully…
Reminding each one that nature has her life,
With raspberry blessings, in quiet dreams,
Her heart melts the moments that foretell of spring.
Rich tints of laughter, silence the moon,
Reassuring the risktaker, blessing the truths
That aspire to bless us with rhythms,
From a season of purity, glowing with life,
Forever trembling and remembering
Easter, His sacrifice…
As the Spring embraces everyone who agrees
Despite the winter’s muteness,
There is the promise, the belief – that can see…
Beyond the doubts, beyond every fear,
Faith that bleeds joy into those who believe,
As Spring erases the past with its lively melody –
A melody of satisfaction for those who can see…
Spring’s enchantment in the showers, the trees, the message
Of a love that this season seems to impart –
The message of hope that Spring brings to hearts,
Who listen to the lyrics of a light falling through the quiet,
The lyrics found inside the soul who Spring has stirred…
With its unending blessings of pure sweet love.
High above in the pristine Colorado sky a majestic eagle wheeled.
'Neath its graceful wings the grandeur of The Garden Of The Gods was revealed!
Awakening flowers nodded to their neighbors prodded by a gentle breeze.
The glorious morning was rife with the soothing drone of honeybees!
The pleasing fragrance of lilac blossoms wafted throughout the park,
And in a nearby stand of aspen trees was heard the trill of a lark.
In a copse across the vale I glimpsed a doe and her newborn fawn.
The resurrection of spring was God's gift to me on this wondrous dawn!
Colorado spruce that a short while ago with garlands of snow were spread,
Now hosted frisky squirrels, gentle doves and rowdy blue jays instead!
A beautiful vixen and her kits peered at me from the seclusion of their lair.
Ah! All of this and fresh mountain air! I'm as rich as a billionaire!
The sunshine brightens the crimson hue of the ancient rock formations.
The Garden Of The Gods was an Indian rendezvous for many generations.
Perched atop one formation is seen a couple of passionate mammals.
With a little imagination you can envision a pair of kissing camels!
Yonder gleams America's Mountain, Pikes Peak, in the rising sun.
Rills and rivulets of melting snow from its summit have begun,
To rush down the mountainside to hasten the rebirth of spring!
You are welcome spring! What joy and beauty to God's earth you bring!
The dusk slips down in lilac swells,
And I am caught in dreams again—
Of girls with velvet, painted eyes,
Their lashes dipped in midnight rain.
Their lips are full, like fruit at dusk,
So ripe the moon forgets to rise,
And every breath a muted hymn
That trembles through the tender skies.
I ache to touch their tilted chins,
To feel the hush where longing grows,
The place where silence wears perfume,
And every pulse of wonder knows.
They press against the world too sweet—
Too soft for thorns, too quick to bruise.
Yet still they bloom with pointed grace,
Like lilacs pierced by morning’s shoes.
O God, the ache that beauty leaves.
O souls of the Island,
I have silently
heard through
tropical torrents
and surpassed
a million miles
of the milky seas,
away from
mint-marine
silhouettes of my
utopian wonderland,
as strawberry
ripples and
coconut-scented
musings called
upon my
flamboyant spirit,
to explore those
ebony-emeralds
of universe and
envelop my hope in
creamy pink shells.
I have soaked in
sepia impressions,
ebbing as
crepe currents
on splitting shores
and windsurfed
through the
hibiscus rays
of life by forbidding
heartache hymns
of yesteryears,
from lurking in
jewelled hours
of today
and built a
kryptonite kayak
to sail in the
turquoise times
of tomorrow.
For, now I know
that the
opalescent ocean
has chosen me,
to return the
riveting spirit
of sage-rufescent
rivulets back to
the 'Heart of
Humanity's Cosmos',
shaped in
soft serenades
of seraphim.
When the
whispers of a
mauve french-rose,
blooming within,
will uncurl their
farthest wish
in silken twinkles,
my eyes will always
remember these
watercolor heights
splashing crayon dusks
and revealing
silver moon truths,
for there's more
beyond the
neon networks
of syzygy pearl skies
and chestnut reefs,
yearning to be
cherished by the
blonde alchemy of love.
So, I abandon
those sooty
regrets that snorkel
with their fragile fins in
kohl-lily gulfs
and observe these
constellations
of intuitions, formed
by the star-kissed
manta rays and
sketch sagacious
saudades laced
with hope, as a
halo around the
lilac Pole Star.
In this mortal
seascape of
the seventh heaven,
every orphan
of darkness
shimmers as
the beacon
of lustrous
sugar-scintilla that
shapes this world,
in ivory-smitten
spheres of
magically
diaphanous helix,
waltzing in whispers
of wind and water.
Every lava-skinned,
feminine flame
of doleful daffodils
was once a glittered
cherry-red gardenia,
laced with
cardinal buds,
who nurtured
velvet seeds
in the womb of
celeste compassion
and edenic empathy.
And like myself,
every sea-maiden of
sequined lush ruminations,
crowned with
purple plumerias,
is a whimsical wayfinder,
wishing for ~
white bells of serenity
and blue-star petals of peace.
Violet Grape Purple Envelope
Violet grape, fleshy and sweet,
Packed with juice, sweetened by fall`s heat,
On every tongue, a luncheon treat,
Without any doubt or conceit;
Purple envelope, thin and square,
A supple secret seated there,
Address scribbled by well-known pen
Awaits a tale over to hand.
The grape's juice trips, a lilac stain,
A memory carved, not in vain;
The envelope opens, quite slow,
Revealing words, where feelings glow.
The taste of grape, a fading grace,
Mirrored in the envelope's space,
With purple echoes, deep and true,
A violet dream, close to blue.
Inside envelope, a letter,
Of love plea, feelings free glitter;
It speaks of time spent together,
Of pledges made to each other.
The purple fades, the grape is gone,
But memories long linger on;
The envelope , a silent friend,
Keeps company till the dead end.
Violet, purple, words entwined,
Tapestry woven for the mind;
Delicious grape, with time is stained
But sweet words of letter remain.
As the early summer air ripples in my meadow,
I see the dance of dulcet patina on dainty petals,
unfurling with the embrace of dawn’s spectrum
the elegant lilies with the gleam of sapphire silence.
The flowers blossom in chromatic ebullience of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
suffusing its splendor in the essence of their soul,
paint the florid portraits of heavenly surreal beauty .
Celestial shine shimmers with the lavender rhythm,
pulsating in my heart with the fervent floral grace.
Preserved in its gloss is the sheen of enticing euphoria,
that turns into flourishing fresco of amethyst allure.
As summer breeze blows silver sequins in satin night,
that floats on the mystique stream of the moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
as the lilies shine like diamond diadem of sprouting stars.
Celestial charisma dances with blossoming cadence,
pulsates in my heart with graceful intonation of rapture.
The colors exude luring luster of exquisite exultation
from the serenity of the splendorous florid facade.
Pining for the embrace of the entrancing fragrance,
I make an ornate vase in the cauldron of my yearning,
where I place the baroque bouquet of blooming buds,
enfolding my enthralled heart turning into lilac lily.
you are. the difference. and i love you. and poof. you're gone. like a conversation. may I hold you. like prose. are you right for me. i write to you. but does that make you right for me. maybe you will write to me. you said once that I wrote lovely. and your thoughts of me were beautiful. but will you pursue me. will you use me. will this love confuse, hurt, or bruise me. poof. when love becomes complicated. complications. complicating things. but i love that. you complicate me. poof. we are free. blues, purples, greens. you inspire. me. and intrigue me. and you entreat me. and you entice. me. you are. different. i feel. the difference. the distances. burnt diaries. laying in dandelions. dig deeper into the Earth. maybe you are destined to find me. poof. be here with me. just lay here. if i stay here. i'll hum a sweet new song. and i love you. you're my simple sweet song. share your melody with me. harmony. music. poetry. people. and places. the difference. navy blues. forest greens. magenta purples. sky blues. olive greens. lilac purples. and all other blues, greens, purples. the difference. more differences. some distance. great distances. poof. and away we go. reaching. finding a higher bliss. if you never love me. you touched me. the touch of love. it's touching. soothing. amazing. but then you caressed me. with care. and charisma. you know i can't love in any other way than this. and away we go. but you know i can express myself in ways more than this. you are. me. you move me. you made the difference. I suffer the distance. are you right for me. can i write to you. and poof. you are. you are.
Day 1:
It’s early and I need my fix, berries or seed
I will fly next door but must watch for the monster
He is fluffy and orange and has claws, he tried to chase me
I will mock him, make all kinds of sounds, to scare him away
There he is, I land on his house roof and start singing
A doorbell sound, a siren, a screech, has he left yet?
I see a flash of orange run into the house, I won, ha ha!
I fly to the birdseed, whoa, I stop, there is a huge Blue Jay
I am beyond irritated, I squawk, dance and make a scene
Day 2:
The sweet lady comes out every morning with a huge beast
He tried to chase me one morning at the feeder, he is quick
I flew to safety, to the lilac bushes and hid in the bird house
I need to try again, there is so much free food, is it a trap?
I fly over even earlier to feed but there is another monster
He is black and white and stalks me, maybe I can attack him?
I decide to keep searching, I see another house I can try
I need to find new sounds to use for my feeding strategy
Alas, sweet berry suet, I rejoice with my many melodies!
7/13/19
Title chosen: The Mockingbird
Contest: Pick A Title, Vol 6- Personification Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Keepsake
A faded velvet box in lilac hues
Protects a heart forged in priceless gold
Like secret caresses of a new love
Precious gift of commitment – never old.
A faded photograph – sepia tones -
Beloved faces – no wrinkles of today –
A locket graces a youthful neckline
Vows of eternal love – a wedding day.
A faded memory – love ever young
Still lives beyond the dusty greys;
No tarnish dulls the bright recollections
Of two hearts intertwined in yesterdays.
Faded days breathe again - heart reopened –
Gift for a wedding day – new love spoken.
8-5-20
This poem is about the gift of a locket from my grandfather to my grandmother and now to me.
Contest: K Contest - New or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
in quietness of placid dream
cloak of darkness on hidden scars
slowly glows a sequestered stream
slowly departs from deserted streets
a moon in vista of soft warm light
as dewdrops blossom in tender tweets
music of heartbeats in faint skyline
light redeems slowly from another world
in flossy collage, calm colors entwine
a canvas splashes ambrosia of pink
purple and lilac in a golden ataraxis
sound and silence in perfect sync
morning stars hang up in a pallid yawn
light pulses slowly, meld in pastel dawn
yet another new day, waiting to be born.
Dated 19th February 2020
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich