Long Penumbra Poems
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On a halcyon stroll on a crepuscular street
My jealousy got flowing for my hound in retreat
His visceral powers and sonorous bark
Alerted by penumbras half in the dark
On an opulent lawn, a close neighbor of mine
The desultory moon making shadow puppets with vines
I laughed at my hound in a cynical laugh
While quieting his exuberant loud aftermath
Rewarded his vigilance in spite of retrieval
Fortunately for us, he did see no evil.
Jan 27 2016 10 word challenge : halcyon, crepuscular, jealousy
visceral, sonorous, penumbra, opulent, desultory, cynical, exuberant
by Daniel Turner
My Love is like the Sky, a wind of dreams,
Like trailing Heav’n her garment covers me,
Stars line her cloak, her sword’s not what it seems,
It’s limned with lightning, she pulls it from a tree!
Her glowing hands and face show golden moons
Penumbra them about in pregnant mist,
They streak across the Night, bestowing boons,
Her lips, always, and never, to be kissed.
Beneath her softshod feet, angels press up,
And keep her from the burden of the earth,
From Paraclete Dove, comes the proffered cup,
Engilded, and enjeweled with gems of mirth
As bright as sun that shines on fields of snow,
From thence, drinks, smiles, and makes the darkness go.
At the mellow edge of dusk where the sky
is opaque and blushed,
a languid fade of light obliquely dreams.
Eyes bruised by loss are made translucent,
a sorrow is captured, a memory mirrored.
There upon the evening’s march,
a Goddess of impermanence and compassion
walks away into the hastening penumbra,
for a while only, she wears a garment
of celestial mortality for visibility.
Soon the unfolding drape of night
will become a little black dress,
one she has woven together
upon a cosmic wheel.
Briefly the deity turns to embrace
those who wait and watch.
A few will reach toward Her,
while their entranced minds
spin and circle over still open graves.
Some will die to themselves
as her astral dress ascends -
most remain to return
to that cyclic forgetfulness,
that masks a lucid revealing
in-between the veils
of dusk and dark.
She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed
since 1969.
A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless.
She had been hard on him, had forgiven little,
but felt much closer now.
The television became a corner coffin,
its screen a penumbra she often spoke to.
She had interred it in 1974 after Nixon left office
“Disgraceful.” She had said both to his ashes,
and the ancient T.V. set.
A part of her husband remained to dwell with her,
the homunculus felt like a much-chewed jawbone
rattling in the urn.
She began to dream.
His tweed suit walked from its closest,
to make love to her,
sleeves caressed sensitive pockets.
When she awoke, she smelled of mothballs,
Brylcreem and Old Spice.
The television came to life.
the blue monochrome face of Nixon appearing,
he was crying.
his permanent five o’clock shadow damp with tears.
“Sorry Mabel.” He spoke.
“You should be.” She retorted hotly,
yet her heart skipped a beat as the screen died.
She was troubled.
She broke the glass front of the TV
placing her husband's urn within it.
The urn grew greener as if it were full of Ohio River water.
She saw herself as a young girl swimming
in a river as refreshing as a lime phosphate.
The urn glimmered as new images surfaced,
a tenderness gnawed at her.
Her late spouse teased her with fingers
plucked from her own lap.
He brushed her lips with threads of gray.
Her bitterness toward him
become a speck she kept in a jar of Pond’s facial cream.
“Just in case,” she thought.
You've driven me very close to the point of not caring,
with your cynical jealousy that's become overbearing.
I cannot tolerate hearing evil in another visceral word.
Your opulent ranting and raving is completely absurd!
The exuberant screaming of so many desultory things,
added to the penumbra visions that all of them brings,
is causing an abysmal chasm in this faltering marriage.
I've heard quite enough of this arguing and disparage.
I simply seek to hear sonorous sounds of our laughter
in a crepuscular place, a halcyon home forever after.
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26 January 2016
Ten Word Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Long ago I was born Catholic in a home smelling of Holy wax and Montreal
family life was a communal fractal of worship as I drew closer to Mary's call
Obedient to extreme I never questioned my Faith nor my doctrinal lineage
I heard voices only Mystics deciphered, in this inner sanctum a lived as a sage
Then at the age of twenty I left my hierarchical home to live abroad who knew,
that a new day was dawning, I soon flew by the power of my wings, on cue
one day I entered a Buddhist Temple for the first time confused and alone,
I revisited this place after a long journey, and spiritually re-found my home
I owed it to myself to find my own truth even if it meant shifting space
so onwards I went into Sacred Silence as a devotee of United Grace
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One lifetime I am on a Ferris Wheel laughing and eating cotton candy with my Father,
and the next I am on a Dharma Wheel moving my penumbra light like an obedient daughter.
Long ago I was a great Catholic girl in a home with family too loud and violent to feel safe,
today I don't tag myself in any Faith, leaning towards Sacred Light I am who I am, vouchsafe.
Written: September 21, 2023
Shadows Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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Shadows roamed free
Where inspiration whispered
Eviscerate the nebulous nexus of dreams
Find your niche in the unseen
Impalpable, deep, spatial, serene
Shadows lurched seraphically
Their slender limbs are in clear space.
In corners, they danced and played
A life metaphor in their opaque hoax
Inveigle in the shadows
Grim and gaunt, they enchanted
A kismet union amid shadows
The moon's grin inspires delight
A love song entwined two spirits
Compiling through the night
A subtle whisper symphony
Star-struck lovers meet overnight
Together, they dance under the moon
Aligning hearts erased tears
This celestial ballroom ignites love
Ghostly silhouettes caterwaul
Predicting the futile collapse
Clangor and penumbra persist
Cosmological contempt
They wear thick gossamer makeup
Corpulent umbra, unfair cover
Shaded depths becloud
Crestfallen, they seek a shroud
Find shelter with shades and phantoms
Their spirit was freed in the darkness
Eternal whispers In the dusk
shadows extend within moments.
Dramatic dance that steals time
They weave magic in a whisper concert
With lightness, silence the breath
Gentle fall, evoking angel feathers
Weary earth fighters find peace
Its loving hug provides relief
Rustic tunes, deep insights.
In the orchard of opalescence
magnificent myriads of mellows
fervently flow in fountains
breathing beguile blossoms
a forgotten fable ferments,
in haunting hollows I hear.
My heart is a restless garden
with varying pulses of penumbra
conflicts caressing cuddles
tenacious tattered thorns
singing to sumptuous serenades
where brisking bubbles burst
butterflies spread beautiful wings
bees buzzing like ballerinas
to ballads in pirouettes--
a symphony calms my anxieties
descending from azure skies
but my vineyard wilts in agony.
A bird drops a seed of hope
from a foreign land in my orchard
sprouting to strive in storms
emanating exotic effervescence
ballerinas pause their buzz
butterflies flee in fear
serenades slip in streams
out casting the stranger seed.
I touch the seed with curiosity
blissfully in my meadow
melancholy melts to melodies
auspicious aurora allures
tender bud in lavender hues
drenching my dulcet dreams
in showers of chrysanthemum whispers
draping my fears at dusk
embrace my weariness with love
Is this what I'd been awaiting
a stranger I've always known
Aphrodite in lilac curtains
blushes to unfurl the petals
my fingers touch her musings
her fragrance blooms my orchard
ensnaring my sapphire senses
sparkling in emerald dew drops
I plant her beside my window
she's my fable of felicity
vineyard reviving to life
as tendrils ascend to witness
her velvet lullabies
"Sleep my love
another garden awaits me"
July 30, 2020
Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Everything is normal
so not much to sing or say.
No summer thunderstorm,
the snow was magical only for an hour.
Old men
aren’t removing women’s panties with removable dentures.
A belly laugh now and then,
an empty belly’s holy.
With simple joy
mortals may forget to fear their deaths.
Simply put,
we do not survive. But what an adventure!
I heard an archangel cry
Don’t hurt the trees!
Also, save democracy.
Also, stop barking, believing in that higher power.
What’s Ken doing today?
Watching TED talk lectures,
planning next Spring’s garden.
It’s Death, not the Jewish king, in your rose garden.
As climates change
species escape predators
and predators chase down prey.
Choose sacrifice or blame.
I look at faces
and they look at mine, mute, animated spirits,
black wet rocks,
victims among flames.
I embrace my anonymity,
lost in my own city
in the shade of a gazebo,
walk the streets and say hello.
Inside penumbra light holding hands fairies dance
Silhouetted to the backdrop of an evening sky
Viridescent trees softly whisper
Vacuously standing side by side
In those shrouded places where fairies take a stand.
Wings of power wings of light hear their magic song
If you wanna fly with me
If you wanna ride with me
Believe in your own wings and remember to be strong
Trust yourself, when your searching for that hidden door
Dance until the moon sighs
Dance until the moon plies
Inside the penumbra light the fairies dance and dance
Silhouetted against the greenish glow of an Aurora sky.