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"I wandered lonely as a cloud." William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a boat
a shallow dingy left behind,
alone in marsh of reeds remote
my paint now faint so unrefined,
my only hope the next high tide
on brackish water then I’ll ride,
in aimless drift left up to fate
the wind and wave upon the bay
on rhythmic swells, I’ll grow sedate
with naught to see through mists of gray…
on ripples pale so soft so free
my destination out to sea;
that distant place where lay the sun
across the sunset waters west,
the ambiance of cirrus spun
to brush with colors every crest
where I can bathe in shades so bold
of melting solar marigold.
Yet — let go I must of wishful dreams!
My lifeline dispossessed I strayed
and followed streams with other schemes —
now lofty tide cannot be swayed,
a rustic wreck in reeds reposed
their wind-song whispers I’m imposed.
There’s no escape their soldiers’ lance,
the blades of green so tall and crisp,
with waves they undulate in dance
and breezes ruffle tassels’ wisp,
though swans find beauty mid the reeds
—a wistful coward’s bitter weeds.
Susan Ashley
January 14, 2023
~ Second Place ~
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ Poem Of The day ~
January 16, 2023
Poet’s note: this poem was inspired by, but not written for, the contest: “I Wandered Lonely As… Challenge”, sponsored by Natasha Scragg and judged on September 24, 2022. Thank you, Natasha, for the beautiful William Wordsworth quote and for the poetic inspiration.
Photo: gettyimages; Jay Fleming
If all my wishes came true I would be driving a fire truck around town, blowing the sirens.
I would save people’s lives, stop child abuse, and build up bullies, so they could love themselves.
If all my wishes came true, I would live with two hundred and twelve dogs, mostly huskies.
And build a cat tower from here to heaven, so the heaven cats and the earth cats could play together.
If all my wishes came true I would build creative centers in the worst places in the cities,
And the people would come and eat pizza for free, and create masterpieces with their laughing children.
If all my wishes came true, everyone would have a house, clothes, and a lovely marigold-filled garden.
In every country in every universe there would be hope, resiliency, love, kindness, and synergy.
The world would be such a delightful place to live, there would be zero suicides and zero homicides.
The policemen would be around though, so they could wear their badges, and run community gardens.
If all my wishes came true, the world would be such a wonderful place to be, that heaven would smile.
If all my wishes came true, your wishes would also come true, and your neighbors, and mine.
You might say that I'm just an atom,
But the universe, I extoll.
I view everything in creation
As one big shape shifting soul.
Even individual beings' bodies
Are really something more.
Microbial cells in flesh and bones
Outnumber human cells galore.
A body's cell confederacy disbands
When fate says the time is right.
No longer guided by human hands,
Its atoms spread in flight.
Scientists show atoms on a table
For everyone to see,
But there's nobody on God's green earth
Who understands our energy.
We atoms formed in the blazing heart of stars.
Is there reason to our rhyme?
We've been everywhere in history,
across the fabric of space-time.
The atoms from your neighbor, Mr. Jones,
Once, were part of Shakespeare.
Those guys had many different names,
Such as "a rose" that he held dear.
Some atoms were forged into a lethal sword.
Some in the blood that flowed
Onto the flowery battlefield,
Next to a marigold.
Some of them had found their way into
A princess's golden hair.
Some were in the arms of the handsome prince
Who held that maiden, fair.
Others spoke the words that broke a heart,
So devoted and so true,
While some gushed forth from the heart that broke
As it was severed into two.
Once desperate criminals, once victims,
Once oppressors, once oppressed,
Once cruel masters, once abused slaves,
As atoms' energy expressed.
Time and space is one cosmic tapestry,
Atoms join the heavenly jamboree,
And everything is we and we and we.
My migratory mind indomitably mobile,
recedes with the ebb of time, seeks the shore of the past,
as the spirited surfer on the wandering waves of life,
surging on curled crests carrying the fractured full moon,
and within the twirling troughs that store the sunk stars.
The wheel of time churns up the disarray dust,
settling on the unstable shelf of my dismal listless life.
In the maimed moments of perennial perturbation
the fulcrum of frail self-realization oscillates
beyond my grasp on the rolling ripples of longing adrift.
In the weed-webbed terrain draping the darkness within,
turns from the wreckage of lost love to a glorious garden.
The pathway paved by memory outside its frail fence,
waits for me remarkably rejuvenated, to be walked
to the mesmeric meadow of the promising tomorrow.
The dormant memory is then inspired to innovate
the arcane acumen of self-acquired inspiration alchemy.
Marigold blooms with hues of hope in the junkyard,
the glitter of gold flashes in the rusted crust of riling ruins
with the touch of the Midas mind metamorphosed.
When my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down as the discarded debris of doting heart,
I discover the hidden flute of feeling preserved as
“memories buried in the wavering wash of time.”
I play again the lost tune of my life with melody of ecstasy.
Sunshine tulips lined up in fancy row.
Lilac smiled, expecting a big show.
Orange-tainment provided by marigold.
My colorful garden never gets old.
Dainty lacey dark green carrot tops laughed.
Radishes caught tomorrow’s aftermath.
Purple petunias prance along the side.
Queen Anne ’s lace is renegade, better hide!
Yellow summer squash soon joins pretty fray.
Pumpkins wait for a far off autumn day
Garden magic complete by butterflies
Wasp and bees too most of them not so shy.
Roses are happy with show of the day.
Plethora of colors, lovely sense of play.
Written 4-24-2019
Contest: Urban Sonnet
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
There you're alone
Gazing blue waters
In emerald splendor
Embedded within
A romantic landscape.
Visions of sundown
Peeking through blossoms
Bow down to greet you
And caress in love
Hints of my message.
You look elsewhere
At script on horizon
Setting sun engraves
Upon twilight tender
In vermillion intents,
As it dips beneath
Dreams of hushed river;
And scatters its rays
In marigold spray
On magenta fabric
Embroidered purple.
Too late my love
To turn and face me--
I’m no longer there,
When the sun set
So did your shadow.
February 22, 2020
Placed 3rd: Strand #690 contest by Brian Strand
A is for Aster dancing in the wind
B is for Begonia as many as you can find
C is for Cornflower adorning a maiden’s hair
D is for Dandelion waving in the air
E is for English Daisy shining silver along the brook
F is for Fairy Wings kept in granny’s book
G is for Geranium in our pretty garden
H is for Hollyhock atop the Afghan’s turban
I is for Impatiens a carpet beneath the tree
J is for Jewelweed visited by the bee
K is for Kalimeris white as the snow
L is for Lily that in the church glow
M is for Marigold all over the hills
N is for Naranjilla without any frills
O is for Orchids that the pretty lady got
P is for Pansy drawn on the riverside yacht
Q is for Quail bush bright in the summer sun
R is for red rose in the senora’s bun
S is for Sunflower thousands in the field
T is for Tailflower out of its shield
U is for Uncarina deep in Madagascar
V is for Verbascum shaped like a star
W is for Wisteria soft as satin dress
X is for Xyris which grows without a fuss
Y is for yew fresh as spring dew
Z is for Zinnia that once in the yard grew
These flashes of colours in our everyday life
Gives meaning to that endless strife
1/03/13
By- Tahera Mannan
Upon glimpse of horizon when rainbow colors sprout
A tiny fawn scurries, emerging from its stealth hideout
Strolling beneath falling petals of crepe-myrtle flowers
Glinting rays of ruby-sun through waning rain showers.
Illuminating breezing prairies golden twilight thrills
As eventide’s amber beams glimmer verdant hills
Rustling green foothills in summer’s sparkling appeal
Quivering shamrock leaves in evening’s tranquil zeal.
Scintillating purple canvas sunset’s marigold hues vie
Donning spirited crimson vibes on blazing orange sky
While bluebirds twitter joy, as robins trill zesty reply
Where sparrows hop, and fly, bidding the day goodbye.
Tender dusk unfolds slowly, revealing mauve insights
As gentle winds sigh, caressing stone color heights
Where peeking moon enlightens face of dreamy night
Mesmerizing smitten sights, sprinkling astral delight.
Quietude reigns now, setting stage for celestial dance
Hypnotizing doting visions, mesmerizing riveting stance
Where constellations woo romance glinting Milky Way
As nightingale’s song serenades joviality of blissful day.
August 10, 2020
Placed 1st: Your best un-acclaimed poem
Sponsor: John Hamilton
The Caribbean sky instilled magical dreams in her soul’s
Safest, darkest, happiest, most exciting recesses.
Pink and orange jet streams of pure joy zooming across the sky.
Maggie, the fierce and furious pirate queen, sitting on deck
Stared into the sunrise of The Marigold Queen, pondering her crew.
Chuck, her first mate had been out of line yesterday flogging the cabin boy
Without hard evidence. She re-thought her decision to make him her successor.
Walk the plank at dawn. He had been compassionate toward others,
But for some reason, he had given no mercy to John, this new boy.
She saw a little frenzied activity under the seas this morning.
It looked like sharks had found something interesting.
What was it?
She stood up to get a closer look. Saw a blast of black blood stream,
A full-grown human leg and a pirate’s hand, but only for a second.
Turned when she heard a bit of laughter.
Looked into the eyes of Cabin Boy John.
“He was always doing me wrong,” the boy said.
“I hope you don’t mind.”
The pirate queen knew she had found her successor, in the form of a child.
“Not at all,” she said. “Let me show you how to read maps.”
John was a quick learner, and loved the sea which they both greatly admired.
For many years she showed him as much as she could
before she was feeble and tired.
Knowing one day, she would be the human cargo
that he would throw into the sea
And when she reached that time,
she was not disappointed in her prodigy.
Pirate recognizes pirate.
Drowning In Your Love
Because your love is like soft air,
Gentle, limp and tender, every where,
For, I breathe to embrace you,
Into me, for my humble soul thirsty cares.
Because your grace is like vibrant marigold
Full of fragrance of tender compassion I long to keep
And hug and kiss and hold,
To feel your warm graces in my heart and on my lips.
Because your mercy is like river water flowing,
Longing for the sea, rolling... rolling,
Like a stream of your care loving,
Into my heart, never stop pouring.
Because your salvation filled my whole life,
All my dreams and my desires are you, Jesus Christ.
And my life is passionately drowning, O Lord,
Drowning in the universe,
Of your eternal love.