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A sudden darkness veiled the world below.
Luna was defused by a shadowed sky,
giving cause for Earth to be wrought with woe.
Something strange caused the night to go awry
as a shroud covered moonlight's golden glow.
My pulse quickened at the phenomenon.
I inhaled the floral scent of roses.
Snowflakes drifted over garden and lawn.
Like a fairytale that one composes,
it was a magical scene to dwell on.
Stars were dancing around the somber moon.
The brightest ones provided enough light
to see them twirling to a rhytmic tune.
What a spectacle I witnessed tonight;
stars waltzing and snow in the month of June!
With drooping eyelids, I soon fell asleep,
awakened when dawn's fingers touched my face.
At the window I sat, ready to weep.
Of snow and roses, there was not a trace.
The tale of last night I'll secretly keep.
December 1, 2020
Quintain - Sicilian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Unseeking Seeker’s Line of inquiry:
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
Awaken and of Sweet Joy Partake
Oh, it saddens me to see
when dear friends or kin of mine are in despair.
They act so grumpy. Sometimes it seems to be
a stupor they are in, and I wish I knew the way to repair
those who fall into depression, feeling life is so unfair.
Sometimes I too can let things get me down.
At times such as these, I try to shake myself awake.
It does a soul no good to fret or frown.
When a “woe is me” comes on, I must put on my brake.
In moments’ many silences of sweet joy I must partake.
Sunlight morphs into the elixir moonlight
dusk wearing a sequined black silken shawl.
And the daylight truckled the way to twilight,
for embracing the shadows, captivating all.
Nightingale heralding serenades to usher night.
A soothing symphony of cynosure sway,
Empyreal cerulean sun, fanned by the moon.
Finding riddles while gently a lissome display,
haphazardly scattered amid a sea swoon.
Shadows glide in a lithe and untamed way.
Thrusting past the unbreakable shield,
they celebrate an undiscovered world.
Silences emerge, mystery in the field,
untold secrets are saved with a sword.
In exquisite ariose, they swing and wield.
The whole earth is suffused in a golden hue,
depicted in ambrosian strokes drawing the sky.
As the sun costumes, relentlessly renew,
palimpsest marvel raveled in the yarn of day.
Inviting us to explore the mellifluous view.
I recall the moment I first saw you,
and how my heart was pounding in my chest.
For in that magical moment, I knew
that you were different from all the rest;
the instant my smile got you to smile, too.
Time stopped: locking that moment forever,
in the memory of my heart and soul.
There's no doubt in my mind whatsoever,
that I was broken, and you made me whole;
a bond that even death cannot sever.
Love was tethered to that moment in time,
the epitome of a happy thought.
You gave me your heart, and I gave you mine,
while doubt was replaced by the hope love brought,
and even belated hope felt sublime.
Recalling that moment: reality
and fantasy intertwine in my mind.
And I liken our first meeting to be
like regaining sight after being blind:
suddenly, I realized I could see./center>
With skilled search plans, maps and watchful scanning eyes,
The packs of hunters and dogs head off into the pine trees,
Scouring the land carefully, as the dogs yelp their cries.
Digging out strange white-brown and black lumps, while on their knees.
Pushing the dogs away as the hunters from the earth they prise.
Beneath the earth, lies this wondrous precious culinary surprise,
A delicacy much cherished, that's more priceless than gold.
Its truffles they're after, lying low in the pine roots there is the prize,
Dogs have been trained to help in the hunt since the days of old.
To sniff about under the trees, for any tell-tale scents that arise.
The truffle unearthed is a strange amorphous, dirty ball.
Belying its splendid aroma and tantalizing taste.
A pile of soil-like lumps pulled from the stumps is the haul.
A harvest, which could so easily be thrown away in haste,
Is this rare delicacy, so much treasured by chefs one and all.
In fancy kitchens everywhere, the magic becomes clear.
From pasta to risotto, sauces and sprinkles, truffles infuse delight,
With masterful hands, the lovely delicate flavors appear
And make every bite a symphony, a culinary trip, a joy-flight.
Savoring the earthy flavor and aroma beloved so dear.
So is she seen with innocence unmarred
to shun the eyes of those taken with her
to flaunt her beauty without fair regard
her perfume to him but a sweet liqueur
lust hoisting him upon his own petard
Whilst in her heart she knows her visage lies
unable to return the ling’ring gaze
for fear that to him she is but a prize
his quest to set her innocence ablaze
knowing her sinlessness is but a guise
For she so knows the vanity of men
that they will overlook a lover’s scars
make promises and return not again
while bragging of their conquest in dim bars
regale them of her beauty and her sin
9/2/2021
Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet - sponsor
I call my apartment (my home) my nest,
with this and that collections and beloved stuff displayed:
Oh, when within my nest I am not stressed,
where my art supplies, books and papers are arrayed;
and it is a place where my soul- can rest.
There is a beautiful kitty that waits,
when I open the door I get meows, kisses and love:
I dread the day heaven opens the gates,
and kitty walks over rainbow bridge to above;
so, amazing the special love- life creates.
Often, I don't want to leave my nest home,
so nice to listen to quiet music, to draw and write:
In my home library I love to roam,
with the sun shining in the windows it feels right;
so I stop- selecting to read a vast tome.
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October 11, 2022
Poetry/Quintain(Sicilian)Non IP/Home is My Beating Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1493-732-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Three Stanza Poem in Quintain (Sicilian)
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 10/30/2022
Eighth Place
The sun was sporting a radiant yellow,
with headlong pause, upon entering her space.
Tanned and serene, cheered by warm fellow,
Larissa’s slightly demure, emanating grace,
framed in the joyful shine of bittersweet tangelo.
Sungaze tints her bucolic gown, each thread,
a xanthous treat in the field of convergent reap.
The stipple wheat, its ocean of resonant red,
veils her pretty feet, as the sun gently falls asleep.
Autumn stumbles out, as Summer slips into bed.
Larissa Laluna with short crop of hair, breathes
in cooling air, the moon playfully turns her white.
The baby’s breath and roses, her sallow wreaths.
A figurine of snow, softly pirouetting at twilight.
Hope’s found in indulgent seasons she unsheathes.
Tapping on her bare shoulder, a yellow rush,
while pastel tulips color the lady’s countenance.
The bounty of seasons, Larissa’s paragon-blush.
The harvest moon, the gypsy’s discountenance
of rivers of green, blue sky, and a sunny paintbrush.
10/4/2021
Emile Pinet’s Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
HMS
Vitriolic stances generate vicious marks.
Sweltering, an irritating swamp of sadness.
The bold spirit is infused with pitiful dark.
Levied by cruel words exuding madness.
Each genius suffers fools that ruin their harks.
Parades of enormous egos in the sky.
Thinking, they are clever in their eyes.
If you follow the fool, you will run dry.
This sense of pride links the beat to the rise.
The patient’s head horn was extremely high.
If you seek fame, they shun the white feathers.
Going by water and fire pulls you near.
Stiff work is vital for raising bright ethers.
Each step takes us closer, great or mere.
Bear you via a mirror and dispel your pressure.
Written: October 10, 2022
Falling softly, like a gentle kiss
Forever abiding and thriving
It’s the promise of the purest bliss
Starlight glimmers, ever surviving
Promising hope - love’s tender abyss
Silent prayers, forever in grace
Welcoming joy, songs so amazing
Comforting, healing with an embrace
From the depths of a spirit, praising
Kindness of a love doubt won’t erase
Reflections growing, quieting fears
Stirring faith’s fire to flaming belief
Whispering feeling through quiet tears
Inspiring hope, to the heart’s relief
It’s love’s connection which lasts for years
Written on October 19, 2022