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A regal fairy queen rides by
upon a puff of air,
her silky garment billowing
in wisps of soft blown flair.
Beneath bright beams of golden sun
she rides through meadows green
upon a tiny unicorn,
but so seldom are they seen!
Her light-colored horse is elegant,
a beauty such as she.
Exquisite in its form and grace
as all magic things should be.
A lovely metamorphosis
beguiles the path they take
as blooms soon bare new sparkling hues
wherever hoof beats leave their wake.
Bright crystal droplets on silky threads
soon cross the meadow's floor,
pixie rainbows follow them
it is a sight one can't ignore.
When flowers lift their heads up straight
and turn into the wind,
look for the signs this fairy brings
that far too soon rescind.
Serenity and joyful hearts,
Will bless those who are nigh.
Enjoy the feelings that might be
before the moment passes by.
As dusty air soon settles down,
so does one's magic touch.
So tarry and don't hurry off
for the blessings that are so much.
there are perfectly magical days
when I’m easily overcome
with appreciation for my five senses
a multitude of prompts can trigger reactions
that tingle to the depths of my being
the sound of wind chimes
in the summer breeze
be it metal bamboo sea shells or glass
the sight of sunflower fields
as far as the eye can see
the sudden aroma of lilac
afloat on a puff of air
the taste of delightful raindrops
upon my parted lips
the feel of a soft purring cat
desiring nothing more than a caress
my soul lives for these gifts
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 24, 2018 for contest FIVE SENSES sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 4TH
The flame dances gently
to the rhythm of my slow breath,
as my finger glides past
luscious fluffy flowers
and between my longing lips.
The cloud I place upon my tongue
melts quickly
leaving a lingering sweetness,
and beautiful thoughts of you.
As I trace your name in the icing
I can see the twinkle in your eyes.
I can feel the warmth of your hug,
your head upon my shoulder,
while the music of your laughter fills my ears.
One burning candle,
a celebration of you.
Ice cream and cake
blanketed in whipped topping,
your favorite,
with one burning candle.
Soon, well wishes from those who love you
will fill your day
and make you smile
and, perhaps, bring a tear or two.
I inhale deeply
sighing a puff of air,
and with sincere desire I make this wish.
Health I wish for you,
for you are so fragile,
yet so very strong,
peace to replace the worries
in your compassionate heart,
but most of all,
happiness to fill
each moment of your life
with your beautiful smile.
I watch as the flame flutters
on that one burning candle,
and flickers out.
06/02/2018
Softly and tenderly one's lips meet
producing a small puff of air
here you have a letter of note
16th in alphabet stands alone so bare
Stands there between O and Q
so private stands so true and tall
brings great expression of sound
effecting indeed your every call
So personal and practical alone
especially joined with vowel or two
singers of stage and big screen
raising this sound higher they do
Polished and patient so strong
bringing character to many a word
this letter reaches many dimensions
ignorance of this truly absurd
So consider well all of your life
the times you've spoken this sound
a gift received of such value
preserved for new ages to astound
Heaven By Design
Women are wonderfully designed like angels bangles
Soft tingling sounds glow on, with spiritually profound beliefs
Beautifully flying on the wing their hair in tangles
Floating on a puff of air on snow white leaves
They offer souls warm comfort and relief
When women walk their feet don’t seem to touch the ground
With all that shopping, cooking and flying all around
A touch of heaven is in their eyes to melt the ice
They calculate the peace precise, in color and design, on angles sharp and sound
Playing harps in heaven, women's calculations right, in paradise are nice
Created on 1/26/15 for Dr. Mehta’s – “Dizain Me” Poetry Contest
Today I watched a video
Set to music
It was faithless stuff
Reminding me
Of the creatures in virtual reality
Trying to discern how to navigate
Through their maze of
Confused white lights
And misdirection
Upheld by a puff of air
With only the vaguest notion
Of some reward to strive for --
And I realize how the
Signals the maze gave off threw you
And led you down exactly the path
Upon which you meandered
Lost and alone.
Still you tried glancing back once or twice
Lingering with hope for salvation
But eventually you stopped
Looking back
(Salts sting)
Resolved
You forged ahead
And the labyrinth that had been built
Frustrating at each turn
Tripped you up a few more times
Until you finally
Found your way out.
It wasn't easy to
Let you go
Without so much as a whimper
Bearing witness to
This experiment
Staying put
Soundless
This void overwhelming
Even though the whole time
I was screaming "no!"
If only silently
In my own mind...
And of course you couldn't read my mind
And of course it didn't go our way
And off course
And off --
And on yet we go.
During my morning strolls along country paths
The world comes alive in all its gleam n’ glitter
What lovely vistas unfurl and pass me by
What miracles of creation, what wonders of life
What variety, what fantastic medley
What serene peace, what easeful tranquility
Sights and scenes that hold one’s breaths
Sounds and songs that chase away the moody aches
A bird twittering on a tree, a squirrel jumping from branch to branch
A flower here, a flower there, on the hedge and over the bower
Flirting with dandy butterflies on iridescent wings
Bunches of blooms nestled in the foliage of silken green
The early sun golden and glowing, dispersing radiant rays
The cotton clouds spreading a woolly carpet on his way
The puff of air intoxicant with heady fragrance
And doused with the chill of early morning mist
Herds of cattle grazing on far away meads
Avian chatter blended with the music of leaping cataracts
Their echoes sent out by tall rocks and giant boulders
All that pleases the eye and ear in euphoric delight
Had I been a Raphael or Rembrandt
I would have transferred those scenes onto a canvas
Which one would never get tired of gazing at
And kept in the drawing room for everyone to see
Or a Wordsworth to have composed those immortal
Tintern Abbey lines, inspired by these ‘beauteous forms’
To be recalled and recited by men of all ages and climes
That they ever ring resonant in their private closets!
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Starlight’s infusion of butterfly wings.
Flutter of lady’s eyelashes in Spring.
Lullaby murmuring - Jane’s not alone.
Sweet puff of air, rustle of lilting voice.
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Shuffle from ear to ear, play telephone.
Host’s sunrise hair - the inkling day’s rejoice.
Sotto voce of floating flutes. Daydream
Of droplets barely spritzing window-zone.
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Reflection of lone eyes, glimmering stream.
Undertone of Autumnal leaves, strewn, sown.
Olive, lemon, plum - radiant and hushed.
Silent lips of a second chance, not rushed -
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
7/17/2021
Whispers
Sponsor: John Lawless
*HMS used - 10 syllables per line with two exceptions -
diamonds (2 syllables instead of my variant 3 syllables)
Sotto Voce (3 syllables. Should be 4)