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Today I went a’walking,
creeping and a’peeping
my blue eyed zooming lenses
along the great green canal
to see what natural wonders I could see.
And…
Bees were a’buzzing,
hopping and a’bopping
their black and yellow heads
into little lavender flowerettes
to see what syrupy nectar they could drink.
And…
Dragon flies were a’flitting,
zigging and a’zagging,
their slender sapphire bodies
over the silent silver water
to see what skittering bugs they could grab.
And…
Turtles were a’tanning,
dazing and a’lazing
their brown round mossy shells
on top of grey granite rocks
to see what sunny warmth they could gather.
And…
Herons were a’hunting,
walking and a’stalking
their spindly legs and grey blue beaks
through the calm clear water
to see what slippery silversides they could catch.
Today, I went a’walking
Thumping and a’jumping
my joyous heart and happy head
along the white and gravely path
to see what splendor I could take home inside of me.
Note: I don't know what form of poetry this is. I was just playing with structure and words. I
would love it if anyone has an idea of what form this might be. I wrote it after taking a walk
along the C&O canal where I took pictures with my macro zoom lens. I had a great time
finding and taking pictures of all the wonderful critters mentioned in the poem and wish I
could share the photos I took too! My young adult son said it could be a childrens' book.
Form:
Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets
Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues
I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather
Creaking softly in the tranquil mountain air
Sweat and horse, with layers of dust
Well worn jeans against a speckled hide
Gently swaying in a unified rhythm
Languidly haze swirling about our feet
Around the bend we startle snow geese
Flocks floating, rising, settling serenely
Angling, landings against the lapping waters
Black tipped wings against wintry white
Sandhill cranes foraging for cutthroat trout
Reflecting blue beside the meandering creek
Majestically standing, patiently waiting
Blue dragon flies dancing within their reach
Off the beaten path we wander
Past yucca swaying in the breeze
O’er grama blue as sky beneath us
Cushioned carpet of pine and peat
Rock squirrels scurry across a Douglas fir
Scolding woodpeckers on a burnt oak tree
The chorus is merged by the hoot of an owl
And the clip clop against rocks as we proceed
Canopies of piñon line the trail
Mixtures of conifer shade the landscape
Grey blue greens with clusters of sienna
Cathedral spiritual within an ageless solitude
I cannot write of white sandy beaches
For I am an inland raised girl
Who lived under the blue sky of Dakota.
I guess I’ll give “the sky” a whirl.
If I had lived by one of the oceans
Then I would have written of it.
But I choose to honor bright skies of blue,
Getting bluer the longer I sit.
We had greyest of cold skies in winter.
Sometimes they were white, full of snow.
But endless expanse of blue summer skies
Put on a magnificent show.
Without blanket of smog to pollute it
The sky was a clear, azure blue,
It was just right for summertime dreaming,
To recall in winter time too.
It’s been many years since as a youngster
I dreamed under vivid blue sky.
Until gazing brought on a hunger for
A slice of Mom’s blue-berry pie.
When I am tired of smoke-yellowed heavens,
And I long for skies I once knew,
I pack up my tent to go back where I spent
My youth under bluest of blue.
Written for contest "Blue on blue on blue." My subject "The Sky" Won no. 2
I have witnessed the dullness grow
stealing warmth from sky’s blue hue,
so hoary fist grips land below,
turns the leaves into maelstrom brew.
Stealing warmth from sky’s blue hue
when darkness comes a shade too soon,
and breath is hung like web trapped dew
beneath the gaze of harvest moon.
So hoary fist grips land below
while skeletal oaks seem to shake
as if there’s something they should know,
a dance in which they must partake.
Turns the leaves into maelstrom brew
like kittens escaping their fear,
and carried on a forlorn mew
the plaintive cry of “winters here”.
***This is a Retourne;
The retourne is all about repetition. It contains four quatrains and each line has eight
syllables. The trick is that the first stanza's second line must also be the second stanza's first
line, the first stanza's third line is the third stanza's first, and the first stanza's fourth line is
the fourth stanza's first. Retournes do not have to rhyme.
Form:
Auburn lady envious of the blue night with its gleaming, capturing stars;
those rare diamonds, belonging to the silent and vast Universe,
you've stolen to adorn your undulating hair,
brushed by the July's harebrained breeze,
so temptingly soft and adorably fair;
if no admirer or lover seeks you, can I offer you my first dance?
Your melancholic look is fixed downward,
and you refuse to look above, nothing excites you tonight;
your external beauty cannot be resisted or ignored,
and will an harlequin, in his vividly colored costume, make you smile?
I'll play the flute brightly and make him dance to cheer you with his wit...
until your sadness leaves no sign on that sad face!
The shrill sound of the crickets can darken your spirit; listen closely, auburn lady...
sing along with the blue night, while your musical tones become the chords of my harmony!
Inspired by Edward Robert Hughes's painting: Night
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Green are the eyes that gawk at her,
but tongue can’t defy her praise.
Daisies gaze grudgingly in her direction,
as gentle breeze beckons, Please bow.
The scent of her perfume draws bees from far afield;
the buzz is in everyone’s ears.
News come to her with strong sex appeals.
All floras fall down on their knees.
A gust of wind brings whimpers from weeping willows,
and soft dandelions’ roars.
He sits on yonder blue grass,
with soft eyes he stares at her;
sheltered under a yellow jacket with blue bells and bachelor buttons,
harboring a sickening desire to be with her.
Bulbs shine radiant in the early spring, Siberian quills.
Blue are the hyacinths and daffodils,
they lost everyone’s love.
Her delicate pink,
perk up by the dawn’s slight light
and the dew that bath her at night.
Her petals faintly ruffled by the young wind’s caress.
God, she looks lovely in that perfect pink dress
I peer into spring
Colors are brilliant, painting the world
The light blue skies, and crystal water
Sun bringing warmth to all creatures
Flowers a mass of smells and color
Overwhelming to the naked eye
Showers of cool rain, turn things green
And leave puddles on all my sidewalks
Fluffy clouds are scattered in the blue sky
Of all shapes and sizes for me to pick out
A pattern, that Heaven seems to be painting for me
More and more people seem to be out and about
Walking their dogs, or just going for a short jog
All smiling faces, breathing in the spring air
The smell of freshly cut grass in my nose
And damp Earth underneath my feet
Looking up, past the blue skies
And into the Heavens
Thanking God
For this
Spring
Day
I like to look up and stare at the sky.
How nice it would be to be able to fly.
The sky is so blue and the clouds are so fluffy.
As soft as the fur on a new born puppy.
The blue of the sky is as blue as the ocean.
Watching the clouds you can see them in motion.
The clouds look just like their glidding along.
When all of a sudden that blue sky is gone
A terrible storm just could be a brewing.
Keep watching the clouds to see what their doing.
There really could be some things blowing about.
Just keep your head use the plan you worked out.
It can happen real fast as the sky opens up.
The rains pouring down as the heavens errupt.
As fast as it comes is as fast as it goes.
When you talk of the sky one just never knows.
gentle waves tiptoe ashore
sandpipers scurrying away from the rippling tide
sandcastles looming in the distance
beach blanket knights
and sand dune days
radiant in the mid day sun
shades of glistening brown and red
and dark sunglasses
a red and yellow kite gently dances
in the midst of a gentle sea breeze
shuffle on the shoreline
as rays swim by
sand dollar days
and the slow rising tide
sweet gentle rhythm of a rolling wave
aqua blue waters
to put your mind at ease
and a blanket of blue with cotton candy clouds
slowly drifting across the afternoon sky
sands of time pass on the beach
entry for beach poem contest- Blue on blue on blue
subject : Beach
The far Blue Mountains call to me
Begging me to take flight
Desert below, hear my plea
It is my wish to fly to thee
I see them in the dying light
The far Blue Mountains call to me
I will make it there, this my decree
I would go this very night
Desert below, hear my plea
They are as far of as I can see
And truly a glorious sight
The far Blue Mountains call to me
It is my wish to fly to thee
Desert below, hear my plight
Desert below, hear my plea
When I’m there I will be free
Flying to their magnificent heights
The far Blue Mountains call to me
Desert below, hear my plea.
~9th Place in the "Villanelle Me" Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta~