Long Nighttide Poems
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I stand as if one grain of sand among billions unseen
as the force of life's storms wash over me
with the same tantamount as this ocean
lashing out against the shore
battered, bloodied, ever changing
yet breathing with the same rhythm
as these waves coming in and out
I watch the horizon bleed
at nighttide as it swallows the sun whole
watching inquisitively at the beauty
with the same curiosity as a child's eyes
peering out for the first time
never questioning the grandeur
as the moon emerges
from the same depths
as the sinking sun
i wish upon a shooting star
clasp my hands on bended knee
then pray as this salty spray reaches my lips
yet i cavil his existence in sorrow
as i kiss the lips of death
03/08/2020
Ode To The Hourglass
E'er spent in the margin of its clutch of us,
We breathe its granules in nighttide befallen,
Wanderers adrift campaign design to thus,
Daytime withdrawal of star hole we crawl in,
Be of that horizon art great plentitude,
A minuscule scope be a grand solitude,
The vast separateness, still, purposed value,
Withal, dissolve in its depths, I and shall you,
Sands prey unto gravitational split palm,
smattering contributions from character,
exfoliates abruptly the sedate calm,
genteel indiscernible that surrender,
the retired bit is given in chambered rest,
that visualness measuring of time's quest,
allowing the said duties of weightiness,
do the essential action of sublimeness.
2020 March 02
Howmanysyllables;
16 lines x 11 syllables per = 176 syllables total
Mom's photo album (in the attic, somewhere?)
Ah! Found it by an overdue book (from a library, somewhere?)
There's mom with a Mountie (in Canada, somewhere?)
Mom by a natural spring (in Maine, somewhere?)
Mom in the kitchen (at Aunt's, somewhere?)
Mom is saluted, holds a folded flag (Vietnam memorial, somewhere?)
Mom at the church (outside, somewhere?)
Mom playing the church piano (inside, somewhere?)
Mom waves her hands by a sea (in Israel, somewhere?)
Mom eating souvlaki (in Greece, somewhere?)
Mom on a double-decker bus (in London, somewhere?)
Mom and the grandkids (in Honolulu, somewhere?)
I know there's more of mom's albums (in the house, somewhere?)
I'll finish this cake, whilst looking at pictures, until the nighttide bears, for this day is her birthday, and I know that she's with dad and they both are smiling, --from somewhere in Heaven, up there.
*Image of Star of David by ClipArt.
Star of David
Ah!
These
stars, for
they all seem
to wedge the whole
nighttide tract of our perpetual sphere's vaulted ceiling, that
lingers on their ambiguous tethered strings, consumed
by a grand dark expanse beyond where imagination
lays their vast secrets, and inspirations dares a
peek, while aspirant souls ventures a quest to
scope a noble claim, and bestowed a fame but,
beware for a twinkle will cause one to blink, for 'twas
an alternate reality, one that is earthbound perchance be a
different sort of star
'twas saved, dates
from past, a gift
be his name
David,
EL
2019 May 10
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand Visual
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 01
Night of Aurora
Dance of Life -
Night of Aurora before the midnight sun,
Before the polar threshold of the daystar,
As Aurora’s swirling spirals flicker
In winsome purple-green electric flashes,
Dappled spectral neon scarves
From nighttide’s celestial dust,
Dance of barefoot soul bewitched -
Arrayed in fiery folds of scarlet-red
Leaps from star to star
When snow buntings chant
Artic serenades with her melody
As silence falls in silver solitude
Of flashing silent symphonies
Across philharmonic fantasies –
Dance of the artic
Beauty in diaphanous neon,
Ephemeral bursts of celestial streamers
Surge from astral pavilions,
Splash in sheer waves of gossamer mauve,
When lavender prisms pirouette
In charged rhapsodies over the fair isles
With sweeping pirouettes
Dance of the ancestors –
Ethereal ribbon dance in cascading rainbows
To tell tidings of sonorous harmony
From those released past the limits of the sky
They wear kaleidoscopes of happy hues
While Aurora dances a tarantella to say
She rejoices too.
11-17-22
Checked the Thesaurus for the spelling of “nighttide.”
Twenty-nine lines of poetry
Contest: Poetry Marathon - Mile 22
Sponsor: Mark Toney
it's the midnight hour
as i watch the rise and fall
of your breath blend
in peerless harmony
within the cicada's song
i twirl along
in secluded mind
where thoughts fall
faded like shadows
beneath moon's lambent light
remembrance comes
in winded breaths
as i recall
the camber of your body
pressed against mine
in the soft melodies
of nighttide
the endless tempo
with bated breaths
in stepless dances
between young lovers
the smile
with the glow
of a thousand stars
gleaming back
in brilliance
now paling
in fragmented
flickers
of clouded mind
the chirr of bed
as you shift
closer to the edge
leaves me wondering
is this love enough
to keep me grounded
in the distance
laid between us
Neon lights twinkle against the velvet, dark skies,
Ferris wheel spins like a huge ring of fireflies;
Shadows sway in the pavement, tents, booths, and crowds,
As bright bulbs bring glare to cotton candy clouds .
Iron tunes from colorful carousel
Equalize clanking ride near the dinging bell;
Laughter listens to chatter screams in delight,
As hush whispers before the ride drops from height.
Sweet smell of chocolate, popcorn, and browned dough
Blends with oil from ride's engine in hot wind's blow;
Jumbo burger melts on the tongue bathed by Coke,
While the air is mixed with words of grease and smoke.
Young ones in a dreamlike world within nighttide
Savor the spot where pain pauses and woes hide.