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I contemplate the bobber on the water.
It is as still as a friend’s prayer at meeting.
Connected to this moment by monofilament
I sit as if I were asleep.
A gust of north wind roils the surface
into ridges. In the furrow
the bobber dances, dances,
dropping its seed into the darkness
perhaps to lure forth one more wish,
one more harvest from the mystery
before I lose the day’s last light.
As suddenly as the wind came upon me
it dies. Placidity prevails, a perfect crust
of ice on new fallen snow at dawn
untouched by even an insect’s wing.
The bobber is still again
as still as prayer again
Retrieve. . . retrieve . . . a small voice
urges me, unfed need dueling with sense,
to cast again, to cast again.
but I am wearier than I thought
and it is accident time, accident time.
The uncast line is better, much better.
There is something hungry in the water.
"I'm very happy being me, although sometimes I'd love to be a bird so
that I could fly." - Joy Fielding
Furrowing the crisp layers of thin air
flies the migratory songbird of charm,
the cheerful Robin on the frilled wings
soars to the fringe of clouds in the sky.
The bird of transparent crystal morning
tweeters the tune of sunburst horizon,
in the secrecy of its silky scarlet breast
pulsates the cadence of avian delight.
Over thrush wrapped in the silence of dawn
it sings to the melody of the nascent sunrays,
the welcome carol for the ascent of a new day,
in north wind the enchanting notes drift away.
While on smoky sky the storm clouds gather
little Robin sings on bough of wind-swept tree,
when the rainbow arc spans the drenched sky
it flutters with the rhythm of the celestial hues.
Outside my window on the green visage
the red bird perched on the lofty branch
sings the sunrise song that sails me by,
in the new unfurling sky it’s time to fly.
October 9, 2019
Contest : Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird
Sponsor : Dear Heart - Wiishkobe Ode
Hot afternoon.
A dry, north wind animates washing
on the line. My cotton shirt seems
desperate, arms flailing, trying to grab
at anything to fill its emptiness.
The heat makes life withdraw,
retreat into the shady margins,
curl up and go to sleep.
What's left are limp puppets,
hollowed out forms waiting
for a cool change to come
when bodies can slip back inside
and refill the baggy to a tight fit.
Only a dragonfly braves the heat,
fanning the air with its quivering
wings, hanging there, suspended
as if to attract an admiring eye
before bulleting off to its next
engagement on natures catwalk
of aerobatic skills.
Love is not known and
can never be known, for
love cannot be weighed
like bullion or flour,
love cannot be roped:
a wild mustang running
free, never tethered,
never corralled, freer
than the North Wind....
Love has its own mind:
it comes when it comes,
will not hear entreaties,
will not beg its bread...
for love rules all worlds
and love soaks all life.
Love is a gangster,
obeying no laws,
taking what it wants.
And love is a priest,
making holy life's dirt,
redeeming then the
wreckage of hope by
pouring its holy water,
quenching all longing.
Love is a magician,
appearing in two hearts
at once, transforming
the beast into a man,
a girl into a woman:
an alchemist always
changing lead into gold....
And love can never die.
When the heart it holds
beats its last beat, then
love will soar with soul
to the next world...
for love is the only key
that can pry open
heaven's heavy door.
Love is not known and
can never be known,
for love is God,
and God is Love:
love without end....
[rec'd N/A in Brian Strand's 'All Yours' contest, 4/23]
A little snow and a little rain
Oops
Heavy snow and heavy shower
Ouch
Strong wind with thunder and lightening
Boom
The moon has almost completed its journey
around the world and is still searching for a
comfortable spot to radiate its beaming light.
It searches dark secret places
untie deceptive knots and withdraw secret plugs.
It burst chains and shackles with its powerful light
and smiles at us as it ripples through thick dark clouds
clearing rough spots unveiling secret patches,
repairing painful damages and ironing out crooked paths.
The bold moon is pregnant with rain it’s weeping for the
Mothers, wailing for the children and lamenting over the youths.
Animals are getting jittery they jump and prance in the middle
Of the night as the moon tries to complete its full circle.
Cows are on heat
radiation increases causing mankind to lose their sleep.
They become disagreeable and socially unreliable.
Farmers are anxious too they do not know which beam
The moon will disburse
If it rains moderately the crop will flourish
If it rains heavily the crops will perish
If the north wind blows it will overturn everything in its path
If the east wind blow we will be saved from its terrible wrath.
Prepare the land for the moon’s circle
Gather all the grains in the barns
If you sow corn you will reap corn
If you sow love you will reap love
If you sow peas you will reap peas
If you sow kindness you will reap kindness
If you sow compassion you will reap compassion.
Be prepared the full moon is about to complete its full circle.
©2014 Christine Phillips
North wind has gone back to polar abode
Chilled clouds have flown out on wings of winter
Made way for sunny south wind to enter
Write on rippling breeze for the spring an ode
The humming birds sing when dawn would explode
Swarming butterflies would shed sky’s color
On dew drenched meadow sparkling in splendor
Spring in air designs motifs in a code.
Lining the lone garden path flowers sway
Through star dust we walk the night together
Our dreams would talk, we have no word to say
Scent of scenic spring is on us to stay
In summer love soaked flowers won’t wither
Because nothing can take our smile away.
Written : March, 14, 2018
May 16, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice F, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
In the morning she was found deathly still,
her face quite pale but her lips and cheeks rosy pink;
with sorrow they buried the old lady,
in a sunny place with great weeping trees and birds.
Beneath his dark hood a handsome man waits,
as a wild north wind blows and clouds race in the sky;
he comes from a world of crystal waters,
and of woodlands in a thousand green hues mingling.
He had heard her calling through time for love,
so his destiny is to journey and find her;
now, he stands within her room in shadows,
and steps forward to brush her falling tears away;
with a lover's caress that wakens her,
and bends to kiss her waiting lips as dawn birds sing.
She rises from bed her mind in tangles,
as he stands behind her removing his dark cloak;
she has no fear as she loves him deeply,
and he twines his strong fingers into her red hair;
and slowly they fade in the dappled light,
enwrapped in a sweet lover's passionate embrace.
Afternoon Snowstorm in January
David J Walker
What else would I dream about
in January
When the chill is enough to kill
All incentive
And the north wind huffs its wicked breath
In a cruel Laugh
What else would I dream about except
a certain day in a
Far away June
The 10 O’clock sun blazing its tune to
The roar of the lawnmowers
Joining the song
Shorts and a t-shirt is all we had on
And new flip flops that knew
to keep time all along
the sweet smell of fresh mown grass
and the shrilled laugh of children flying
On swings that become wings
against a summer sky
What else would I dream about when
An ice storm sets in
except the
Cherry Icee’s we bought
At Gordon Moore’s drug store
For a dime
There was Cherry and Cola
Root beer and Limon Lime
We started to notice that
Girls were different
A mystery that would never be
Solved
What else would I dream about
in the concession
to an afternoon snowstorm
in January long gone
John a Dear Friend Gone
"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart) I am never without it"
Quote _ by E.E. Cummings
Miss you John
A dear friend has gone
So used to
Seeing you
In the residents lounge room
Now a place of gloom.
No goodbyes
Taken by surprise
Though you fought
The onslaught
Of all you’d been going through
We knew, John we knew.
Though deceased
In autumnal breeze
We’ll hear you
Behold you
In displays of russet leaves
Swirling down from trees.
Seasons come
And we are sure chum
You'll be near
Never fear
When the cold north wind doth blow
In sun, rain or snow.
We’ll treasure
The joy and pleasure
Of time shared
Of souls bared
In our heart and memory
Always, constantly.
Time to fly
To beyond the sky
Carry love
Up above
A keepsake to heaven sent
Sleep in sweet content.
*+*
14th September 2022
Writing Challenge - In My Heart - S Forms - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by - Constance La France
Theme chosen no.6 - Lost to Heaven - A Friend
Poetry form - Shadorma
Syllable count each 6 line stanza - (3/5/3/3/7/5)
Out on the porch in the bright sunshine
Doves coo enjoying their beautiful time
Oak trees are budding their yellow-green
Mocking Birds appear talking on the scene
North wind has opened his mouth_ cold breath
Flows across my lightly clad lap
Spring beautiful girl you set my heart awhirl
Thoughts turn to flowers and love
Joining in with those cooing Doves
The sighing pines draw me away
But can't go there on this day
Have to go don't have time to stay
Thank you God for this wonderful play!
The sighing of the pines beautiful orchestrated music
Even though the pollen drifts upon the breeze
Now my soul rest in relaxed ease...
Written Sunday March 04, 2012