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A winter night where the stars will gleam
divinely touched with silver beam
Through the floorboards of heaven they sing
with sparkling white robe and folded wing
Cast fragrance in the dim morning light
moving rhythmically in synchronized bright
From the kingdom of the heavenly voice
the probability of their existence - your choice
There is room for a step between man and God
Pearlescent wing ornament bends under the sword
In silence snow comes in the form of gentle drifts of feathered white that whisper with the wind, glistening in dawn’s stillness and bringing wonder to the world.” by poet
White feathered flakes have fallen from the sky,
and stillness has fallen like a soft sigh.
I inhale silence so sweetly serene
while reveling in the snow’s pearlescent sheen.
Diamond flecks on terrain have interlaced
so that land’s barrenness has been erased.
The air so refreshing makes me feel clean.
Yet untouched by man, oh, snow is pristine.
Azure drapes the dawn; gray has fled away.
Grace and pure enchantment have seized the day.
I savor the hush as silken as the snow.
Welcome, winter’s wondrous glitter glow.
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until
he begins to blame somebody else—John Burroughs
Blame
Underneath a belt of stars in stratosphere’s arena
There, blood rushes within each lover’s heart
Veiled by the silky fibrils of the cortina
A solid dome in the deep vast expanse, heaven’s vault
Ever debuts Dante’s Paradiso,
Where angels fear to tread, far off and away
they stay from the milky orb, be it so, and instead,
for fear of the mid-night’s enticing allure, and
love’s lasting doom, they…
Blame the Moon
Orion rises in the Orient East,
it sets in the wide Occident West
Antares only rises once Orion sets, vice versa!
Spellbound, forever severed, and a lunar eclipse longing
An affair’s unrest, not potions nor a test or curse, ah
Their quest to finish weakened minds
Seduced by halos ivory glow in twilight
Lusting mortals, passionate kinds
Held captive, never to unite ‘neath
the pearlescent orb’s sheen at midnight
Gold-leaf doors unbarred, luminous lune art
Seduced as pleasing colors meld white to blue
Ere a raging tempest rips apart the seether
Empyreus, quintessence, searing crimson love they’ve fallen into
True Aristotle’s aether
in bloom,
Hark! Blame not each other…
Blame the Moon!
Night fugue, sheer rocking chair predilection,
serenity, discreet subtle benign backdrop,
stillness, after hour spotless moonlit blush,
pearlescent pin drop that mute ear prick,
black ink curtain’s gaunt phantom cordon,
for dream world bereft of burden or angst,
squeaking window, drawn blinds, mild whisper,
sigh in satin pillow, taut relief, lax swoon,
tangible silent wall on shrunken quietude,
I saunter, loose limb aplomb, without fear,
heart of nocturne, poised placid stark lull,
mystic star nebula to cocoon my vital spark,
auric ally with nagging tension purged,
perception from an idyllic hushed zone,
sublime susurrus, slackens earthly cross,
melding with charcoal tarp that sonic,
buffer to a water weave acoustic,
that might instill nirvana bound bliss,
ghostly figure wink under amber lamp post,
quite symbolic of an unplumbed ataraxia,
that so rife numinous emergent dawn,
butterfly and bee mimic I am as migrant,
one sentient being who must flit between,
dual sedative soothing poles apart,
gamut where dew beadlet on mint stem,
has a mellowing sway on rapid pulse,
soft orange, pink, lilac, whose balmy palette,
a scenic cleanser to the stricken taxed visual,
meek babble from sunrise rill at faint pitch,
bird chirp in grass cup has this fragile ring amidst,
the tranquil cockcrow of my daisy chain spirit
Pearlescent the corneal reflection, on a blind mans eyes
orbs of obscurity, belie a defunct projection of screens
for Eventide is ever present, nuanced beside a braille directory
his mind’s focused on Feral senses, gut instincts, acuity
knowledge of darkness, has built its own safe haven
Plumb lines are useless, if life’s following a ball of string
the Thrum of a moths wings, leads him to the window
fingertips sense the drapes, yet another Crimped reality
fly away little creature, go find your own darkness
you don’t want to be trapped in here with me
with a bittersweet Tang of sadness, the moth is released
Howling into the distance, on a gentle summers breeze
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
PEARLESCENT 2. HOWLING 3. THRUM 4. TANG 5. EVENTIDE 6. PLUMB 7. CRIMPED 8. FERAL
Sponsored by John Hamilton 22/03/2021
On this dark eventide, tonight
the thrum of crickets chirping songs,
and the feral howling of wolves
have crimped any romantic thoughts-
until the pearlescent, silver moon
laid sparkling threads upon the lake
that shimmers alongside the plumb,
overgrown and abandoned beach-
arousing that exquisite tang,
awakened from our yesteryears
when, while waiting for your return-
our moon stoked fires for us each night.
March 23, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Bardenesque challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
JUdged: 04/18/2021
Required words in order of appearance:
eventide, thrum, feral, howling
crimped, pearlescent, plumb, tang
In a world where the secretive shawl of night descends slowly,
And the sun, bashful, has retreated, incandescent wholly,
Imagine that in the celestial veil, tender you enfold me,
And I, like a leaf in the wind, let your desire to stream through me, freely.
Your arms, like two seas gathering me into their swell,
Carry me to undefined realms where you reign, and I, just as well.
Tremors of comets piercing the purity of spaces between stars,
Ignite heavenly flames, that grow, that burn, in the heart of night, as ours.
I feel how your arms, once unsure, now wrapped in strength's shroud,
Begin to dance, their fatigue crushed under the fervent heat, unbowed,
Until, weary from the terrible, wonderful meandering of longing,
They rest, white lilies, across the contour of my body, the lilac seas belonging.
The love that we've woven together to be everlasting,
Spills like a tranquil river into a dream silhouette, enticing, outcasting.
And you, upon this river of passionate adoration, are the captivating captain,
With me, your vessel of crystal, caught in the immensity of this floral explosion to happen.
Oh, my body, which you traverse as an old map filled with promise,
Where every whisper is an island, every touch, a pervasive river, honest.
Both explorers of this strange and delicate land,
We rise together, dragons with butterfly wings, over the night garden at hand.
And in the pearlescent glow of the stars that twinkle subtly,
We rest, two beings stretched across the infinite carpet of the universe, mutely,
Where countless galaxies weave the music of the spheres with quivering tone,
And my sigh, in accord with your silence, becomes prayer, becomes a song shown.
I woke up to the soft
marigold melodies
of whistling waves,
reverberating in
turquoise tunes,
stirring the sleeping
sunrise within my soul,
while the hermit crabs,
soaked in salty sand,
creep along the ivory
shores at a slow pace,
too eager to find a
faulty ray from my
honeyed horizon.
Yet I refused to allow
the crawling crustaceans
to obscure the serene scenes
unfolding in shades
of teal zeal beneath
azure spheres,
for I am the
metaphorical mermaid,
weaving aquatic anthems,
awaiting the crystalline
calling from the warm
arms of an oceanic heart.
I remember walking
on colorful clouds,
tiptoeing my way to
the psychedelic gates
of seraphic realms,
oblivious to the
hibiscus haven thriving
in tropical fruitfulness.
Perhaps the flavors
of twilight cocktails
were blended with
trippy ingredients,
untying ribboned skies
to unveil a
kaleidoscopic staircase
to untouched bliss,
where no breathing
footprints can blemish
the pearlescent purity
of an exotic paradise.
There, in the rhyme-less
roots of palm trees,
you’ll find my inked dreams,
kissing the cinnamon sun,
unfurling herbs of
seasoned sanguinity,
a singing siesta
soothing ruffled crests
rippling with topaz tranquility
along celestial currents.
This is me turning perfumed
pages of my grounded reality;
a picturesque painting
sketched in the
amethyst arena of
my sixth chakra,
and I will forever remain
in this island of romanticism,
collecting conch shells,
writing poetry with
evergreen stems,
and floating weed,
a lyrical hideaway,
without scarred flowers
envious of the sapphires
I knit in ceremonial silence.
If tomorrow, there is
no sailing catamaran
to steer your lusterless shadows,
here upon porcelain dunes,
forgive my need to
strive in sweet seclusion,
I am no longer strayed
on ruthless routes that
lack emerald empathy
and camellia compassion.
eventide has come slowly creeping . . .
I watched the sunset . . . the streaks of scarlet fall
now, I lay upon my bed in twilight
it is draped in purple
lush silk
with pillows plumb
~ my skin is pale and pearlescent in the candlelight
a touch of rose glows upon my cheeks and lips
my long wavy hair crimped and shiny ~
I close my heavy eyes
and hear the thrum of a guitar
it is throbbing in my head
then, I hear the howling of some wild beast
or is it a moaning ? . . .
~ and a strong taste is in the air
a tang I cannot quite identify
an aroma not quite unpleasant to my senses ~
I feel I am not alone
there is a feral presence in my room
oh, is it some fierce creature come to kill me ?
some raging brutal thing . . .
I can hardly breathe . . . I am so afraid
then, I feel a gentle hand upon my hair stroking
and a whisper in my ear of ' great need' . . .
~my heart is raging in my chest
and I am breathless and filled with desire
I hear my groaning murmur . . . who are you? ~
. . . I am your dream !
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March 31, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/my dream
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1343-047-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 04/18/2021
Second Place
O, take me there, where mystical realms of starlight glisten
Pearlescent tapestries, indulgent in ethereal aura of Venus,
Emboldening me in celestial embrace, swept in your love,
As you ignite embers of passion, setting afire ardent souls;
When elatedly I speak, to quest amorous, of flirtatious eyes,
Greeting your smile, charmed in radiance of moonlit skies,
Humming rhythms esoteric, not heard, in quite some time,
Laudatory of fervid senses, blooming in tempest of desires.
There, as you recite preamble to our life, extolling paradise,
Together we rejoice, purity of joy, in blessings of Aphrodite,
Longing heavenly garden of Eden, themes amatory entice,
Scripting blissful allegory of love, verses enamored write.
Listen my dear, as love strums music, lauding a sacred bond~
O, sweet melodies, emanating from depths of our hearts,
Echoing memories of yesteryears, fondly treasured for long,
Tolling hymns affectionate, revered in life’s beloved song.
Thrum now dear, tunes intimate, hearts and minds surmise,
Exploring Milky Way, amidst purple dream-scapes of nebulae;
Take me to mythical gift of life, lascivious in moon’s delight,
O, take me to Xanadu, where love is the life’s ultimate prize.