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Radiating through violet shadows
resplendent rays of moonlit charm
Smiles of a summer night.
Velvet moss on pavement grey
elegant shimmer of crystal stream,
Radiating through violet shadows,
Maple adorning colors of Fall,
bedecking a world, still and calm,
resplendent rays of moonlit charm.
Butterflies engaged in spirited plays
Gently rings the memory bell, like
Smiles of a summer night.
Poetry Form - Cascade
** Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a
smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme;
therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse
one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse
one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes
the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example
below:
a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For
example, if verse one has 6
lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as
a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect).
(Since there's no option for Cascade in the Form drop drown I chose Free Verse)
Summer time is here, and everybody's about to have a good time. The sun is out for summer
vacation and it's time to have some fun. The summer breeze is cooling everybody off after
a long day under the sun. Everybody's out at the beach building sand castles, playing
beach volleyball, surfing in the ocean, and relaxing on the sand. I hope everyone is able
to bring some beach towels, beach umbrellas, and plenty of sunscreen. All people could go
for a glass of iced tea or lemonade after a long day. Summer vacation is like going to a
summer festival at Central Park in New York City. Sometimes, all of the summer days are a
little bit boring, but some of them are filled with a lot of fun and a lot of excitement.
There's a lot to do during the summer, like, going to summer camp, , reading books filled
with plenty of adventure, and stuff. There's 104 days of summer and everyone's not going
to blow it. Even though summer will be over and temperatures will drop down, summer will
be an unforgettable season.
-----------------------The sweltering heat From the valley below
Rising as a shimmering mirage
The evergreens accept what passes through
The rocks below inhale the heat
The cool mountain swirling winds entwine with heat
The birds singing summer’s song
The coolness of their shaded nest among the pines
Enticing them to sing love hymns
A deer, a cougar, drinking from a pure clear lake
A brown trout jumps ; catches fly
Sublime tranquility as the sun kisses the treeline
A summer day on the mountain
Inspired by John Heck's Summer Celebration Contest
Fresh scented pines towering over me
Rest and sweep sweet summer noises
Buzz and dance with glee
Crickets sing forever, a beat so wee
Needles of green
Running water a poets dream
Musty smells, the old church bells chime and lullaby
Cool breezes, autumn teases nearly blowing by
Ponds of peaceful waters
I sit here on these wooden quarters
Dragon flies dressed in colors so bright blue-
That rest upon the shapely stone, then flew
Into a wonderland of lush gardens
Burnt amber birds stopped by, I beg your pardon
For here I watch nature, as she spreads her carpet so free
Of wild twisted branches and escaped flowers with a bee
Sunday hours of liberty
Dressed in suits and skirts, high society
Golden rods that flex across the path
And there, chirping, a baby bird takes a bath
Lily pads float so gentle and dwell-
A poet’s spell, filled with serenity
As I breathe in my identity
Here on this dreamy summer Sunday
The Boardwalk
Whistles, jeers
Unrelenting young men
Ladies in swimsuits sigh while passing by
Screams from the Wild Mouse
Creaking ominously against summer skies
What happens if it fails to make that turn?
Spinning wheels, colorful trophies
“Step right up and try your luck!”
“Come on, Dad, it’s just a buck.”
Children’s laughter
Fun House draws a youthful audience
Mom and Dad slurp snow cones outside
Buzzing overhead
Plane with trailer invites diners:
“Sample succulent fare at Oyster Pad”
Honking trams
Make room for commuters
Who heckle pedestrians
Pounding surf
Lovers entwine beneath the wooden planks
Whispering promises of eternal affection
Cooing pigeons
Stalk the waffle stand
Wings flutter when bounty’s found
Yawning toddlers
Mothers cradle in their arms
Dads wearily tote huge, stuffed bears
* for the Sounds of Summer challenge
The texture of the season has changed once again
from icy fields and blowing snow
to watching where the robins go
Waking every morning now I hear their song
as they bask in the rays of the golden sun
while flowering of buds has just begun
I hear children in the park as they play their games
and the tune of the ice cream truck
driving around to make a buck
Ah summer time and the warmth is so needed
by the land with before was so depleted
wrapped in a frozen wilderness
and quieted by frost
until summer unleashed a dazzling display
of that golden orbs fireworks over our heads today
I see bodies as if praying to the warmth the sun brings
laid out helter skelter on the beach
while the surfers find wings
it's a season both beguiling and fun
made all the better with that splash of heady sun.
Summer Days
Summer days
Hot and sweltering
Below a burning hot ball of gas
No breezes to cool the land
The lakes steam a bleak grey fog
As the air seeks to evaporate the water below
The coolness of the water
The heat of the unending sun
Bake the bodies lying on the dead lake shore
Some merely skeletons
No flesh or muscle
They tell the stories of many summer days
Too many days of infernal heat
Petite young girls and strong young men
Line the shores in an annual ritual
Naked they turn red and brown as their bodies roast
Cooking ever so neatly in the Earth’s oven
They do not feel the heat
They do not see the death which surrounds them
They only see beautiful tan bodies
They see the fun the summer day offers them
God, to be young again and not look around
Ode to Summer Days
Oh summer days, thy laughter, children playing,
Thee, from whom sorrows fly and joys blossom,
Are singing, like angels with smiling eyes gleaming,
Savory sweetness released before autumn,
Prevalent giggles multiplied in thee,
Who coloreth each new day bright and gladsome.
Delightful squeals, escape young souls and float
Upon the wings of heaven carried dreams
Forever singing songs young poets wrote.
Thy splashing fish spawn light into daydreams.
Making young boys who dare to cast their nets
Seek lively views and honor bestowed gleams.
Oh summer, which in precious love begets
Sweet pleasures ever-growing sings duets.
© © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 30, 2010
Poetic Form: Terza Rhima
Form:
It's a quarter of eight and dark outside.
Summer has gone on her downhill slide.
I'm up before the sun has made herself known
And in a few short hours she seems to have flown.
I miss summer already, though she's barely gone.
Not looking forward to winter where nights are so long.
I'm already counting the days until spring.
Just getting through another winter, now there's the thing.
I don't like the cold, I don't like the dark.
Fall is so fleeting, it's barely a lark.
I can't wait for March when pussywillows arrive.
Yes, I'm counting the days 'til the earth comes alive.
It's a quarter of eight and dark outside
And the summer sun has gone off to hide
Have all the summer flowers so perished under the weight of autumn’s cool breath?
Has the warm summer sun taken refuge behind the clouds from the northern sky?
Has the image of peace as rabbits forage for food been disturbed by an early frost?
Have the evenings of our contentment been changed to those of preparation?
Changes occur each day, each week, each month, and each year, noting a progression
As they so occur, life alters yet maintains a natural balance that can be thrown off
But, left to thought, reason and keen observation, this balance can be maintained
Allowing us the joy of being part of the world, therefore being subjects of change