Long Solstice Poems
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You are
the shortest day
but longest night
within a memory
of my four seasons
Every cell in my body
remembers you
It remembers
Your amorous glance
Your ardent touch
Your effervescent kiss
and even your last whisper
a careless whisper
which sickened my thought
and pained me with grief
Every breath from my lungs
remembers your absence
How can I forget it
I live with it
I die inside of it
It surrounds my existence
Your absence
Bitter!
Dark !
Darker
than death
itself
You -Solstizio D'Inverno
Where is your promise
of new beginning
Where is the light
of what was pure
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You still feel me in your bones
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You bury me in your soul
Then you dig..
You dig crazily
beneath poured dusk
which fills the hourglass
beyond your veins
You dig deep
to find me
again
You find me
You hold me
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You hold me
to your heart
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
I'm still
your life-line
Your love travels
as far as the stars
as distant as God
and undiscovered orbits
But was that
Yesterday's illusion
For how long
should this candle shine
How dim its glow now
Low is the voice
which calls the sun
to rebirths prisms
from droplets'dew
Weak are the footprints
which mark our path
on moonlit snow
I should stop walking
I should stop calling
Stop believing
Wanting,Needing
The sun sank
in the stillness
of a crimson horizon
In the solitude
of the tide
never to dawn
in these eyes again
Winter Solstice
You are
my coldest verse
of silence
My longest night
of rain
In snow-swept realms
of yearly melting
soft tips of grass rise
peeking through frost-covered earth
where temperatures rise and fall
inconstant changes
before the celestial heavens
slowly move across the equator
to bring a gift of tender caress
from the rays of the sun
like the warm hands of a lover
in shadowed light
where the breath of a solstice
blows across the Northern Hemisphere
that danced naked in the cold meadows
of grass and trees
as they waited for the dark clouds of thunder
to roll beneath a round sky of stars and sun
before they cry and wet the earth in tears
to reveal the emerald and olive color of nature
as life is woven into a tapestry
that hangs on the edge of life
dressed in a vibrant-colored gown
as it waits for the fragrant scent of flowers
Acoustic Shadows 4-8-26 Craig Cornish
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Acoustic Shadows
As screen doors slam an audible footprint of sound
Echoes in phonics of ice in glasses
And tinkling bells of ice cream trucks.
The solstice ripens
Growing large in the splash of rainbirds
And telltale whirr of hummingbirds at feeders
As humidity buzzes, the breath of summer’s envoys
Sound out a boneless resonance
With chords that tease and tantalize
Alluring in fleeting notes hatching hazy inklings.
Haunting memories of a solstice oratorio renewed,
Veiled in the caress of a mirage,
Reverberate in noisy shimmers of Luna’s fullness.
Ripples of ghostly illusions speak in clues
Like bards of déjà vu
When sounds trickle down furrows of skin and soil
Leaving hints that foreshadow dusky shades
Recalling the hum of warmth in cold bones
And cues that foretell of the season of crickets.
So many more. Just a sampling of favorites, per contest instructions.
For each poet I have included a sampling of titles in parentheses.
THREE OF MY FAVORITES
Gershon Wolf
Gershon lands me in stitches.
In his wise and funny hands,
I can’t help but smile or laugh.
A grin happens, belly twitches.
(Sex Sells, War is Hell; Tingles, Twitches, Creaks;
Scant Solace in the Solstice, Old Bessie)
Caron Krutsinger
Caron carries me to Wonderland.
Her muse and faeries’ mischievous.
Earthbound - school, kids and pets.
Her quaint stories, written offhand.
(Sleeping Elfin Baby, Santa Puppy Begs for Bones,
Unicorn with the Rainbow Tail, Fluffy Fat Robin)
Evelyn Judy Buehler
Evelyn’s poems’ immersed in hues.
An imagistic touch of stirring magic.
God will gift her with eternal colors -
Not one of them, she will refuse.
(Clashing Colors, Scarlet Noon, Green Door, Moonlight Blue)
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Incessantly it trods and plods
perpetual the pendulum.
So long before the abbey bells
tolled and told of hours passing
before the ticks and tocks of clocks
or shadows crept with solstice gods
no one to worship at its start
that knew not of a perfect love.
The kindest heart left drowned in tears
and wrapped in gross deformity,
yet sheltered by cathedral walls
in disrepair as much as he.
'til Esmerelda's gentle hand,
he knew no love, just hate and scorn
and like the brand from tempered flame,
it's burning love that made him strong.
So like the edifice was he,
an ugly house that held God's love
and Quasimodo's lonely heart
who'd toll the bells that silence hears.
Then in the end he found her dead
and sacrificed his mortal life
to sleep with one who truly gave
the only love he'd ever known.
Interred, yet not forsaken souls,
whose bones became entangled vines
that turned to dust when first exposed,
then blew to heaven ~ found in time...
Awake to the celestial sea chant
Starry-eyed dark matter
of infinite space
Espied by countless eons
since original human race
Became cognizant of her/
his terrestrial place
Gilding the heavens with strings
of pearly hued lace
Closer to Earth charting
early skywatchers to notice moon face
Held captive via gravitational brace
While zodiac archer aims
cocked bow, where knocked feathers
sans arrow complete an awesome
fantastic bullseye ace.
complimenting - MOTHER NATURE’S
SUPREME DISPLAY
A strand of pearls clung to slender tree limbs
bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs
tell tale sign recent cloudburst
cleft darkened heavens
rained watery life source liquid
downpour laced branched canopy
awash with molecular droplets
requisite to feed burlesque Vaudeville bluster
exquisite gala performance unrehearsed
unscripted ubiquitous theatrical performance
received limitless encores
toward Gaia screenwriter
whose infinite scope
(wrought upon natural landscape palette)
exceeds the finite abilities
of those bipedal dominatrix
human organisms imbued
whose dilettante debut
(dawned these last seconds
on the clock face of geologic history)
might witness curtain call
on their final act.
Back when girlish daydreams
rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds
my featly feet kept a beat in spring grass
as I flounced with Romany winds—
breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek
as I whirled in his imaginary arms
‘til I fell over on pillows of clover…
white fields of clover did pillow my dreams
as slow-motion-cumulus shape-shifted
into what I wanted to see
I found you where you stood
a wizard-well made of stone
there you sang
your mouth O-pen
like the eye-of-the-storm
and oh— with fluent depth
your slippery rime beguiled my mind
June wind— a flowy fifer
blew across your rounded rim—
folksy-fife twisted petticoat heartstrings…
my wishes stitched my seams bewitched
—hopes bloomed
like soft-stemmed peonies twined
by choke-hold-vines
in the season before my summer solstice
when skirt-pleats still hid shy knees
how was I to know
wishing for lambs from edelweiss
was as fictive as sugarcane unicorns
so I dared not damage the magic
with doubt’s dent
as I cast blindfolded coins
weighed down with cinder-block-hope
in fealty to a wishing-well deity
who made ethereal echoes of my name
—yet callous your schemes pitching dreams
as empty now as this fool but for my shame
back then life was unmapped—until clover fields
became sneak-away-streets paved with your name
where remains of yesterday’s wishes lay
like burned-out cars along couldn’t-care-less curbs
Polymorphic design
for kids from one
to ninety-two
wondering how to see
local through global
Earth trauma prevention
more clearly through
When we recognize
what inspires healthy polycultural design
of polypathic minds
and multiculturing bicameral hearts
and polyphonic non-zero zone
resonant gifting parts
Both stress-reductive
win/win strategic practice
and good trauma-informed
co-invested governance
For outside safe
and inside happy renaissance
Then,
in this Here and Now
renewing know how year,
healthy cooperative business
and safe good humor cheer
will no longer appear like two
incompatible win/lose
either/or
universal Left
v. unitarian Right
midnight sad unclear
Monoculturing Yang dominant
v. polytheistic yin prominent
antagonistically competing WorldViews
v. EarthJustice GoodNews
indigenously opulent
green/blue EarthWisdom
lavishly redolent
Now Christ Mass
and still
Here Pagan Solstice
become polypathically healthy
and polytheistically safe
pre-consciously precocious
good news refrain
polycultural pro-democracy
Earth restorying glad PeaceTrain
PolyMathic win/win happy
socially wealthy
and double-binding wise
co-binary constrained
dipolar co-arising trained
Merry ChristMass
PaganSolstice
light peace and dark justice
with you
Is MeWe
two thousand twenty three
universal One identity
through unitarian ninety-two
West and Eastern bi-hemispheres
north and south
up and down
out and in
Yang wu-wei Yin
cooperatively co-managed
solstice solidarity
1/0 co-bind merrily
Positive
equals not negative
P=N(NP)
resiliently peaceful
puzzling
prolific polynomial prosperity.
(stock up on photons while they last)!
Reduction asper daylight hours to worship
will immediately arise after
2018 North American orbital trip,
viz zits summer solstice (human primal
solar deification) riding astride spaceship
Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem
Thursday June 21st noticeably slip
ping thru space beginning to harvest
incremental darkness as Gaia rip
pulls across wrinkle in time
daylight will undermine a loss,
and over the next month approximately jip
ping United States kinsfolk, who revere El Sol
quotidian solar rays, by one hour
and eight minutes (i.e. 4080 seconds),
thence trumpeting seriously
moonlighting re:
getting down to brass tacks business - grip
ping a markedly steadfast advancement,
whence August arrives (watch out),
cuz cutthroat prime rate (zero APR) doth clip,
and clock about two minutes per diem,
quite a substantial blip.
It is the longest night.
We tread gently through the wood,
Feather moss and beech leaves
Amber soft under foot
Dampen and muffle the rustle of our winter coats.
There's a snap of the twig
And a flutter of woodpigeons lift,
As if applauding the return of the sun.
We watched them fly
Through the crackled glaze of bare branches -
“As our lanterns burn bright,
Our feet seek safe ground.”
We bow low to the Holly,
King of the winter,
Bejewelled with berries and crowned in thorns,
Hosting a chiming of wrens,
Who herald our journeying
In bursts of sing-song -
“Fa-la-la-la-la!”
Onward through the valley
We step into the footprints of darklings,
Deer, fox and badger.
Cross pilgrim paths where flints glint,
As if iridescent tiny tombstones
For the butterflies and dragonflies of summers long passed.
“Our lanterns shine bright,
Our feet find safe ground,
We walk without fear
In the dark all around.”
At the heart of the wood
We gather near the great oak,
And together we light a fire.
Watch as ribbons of flame
Caught from flashes of sparks,
Illuminate our faces in the cinder glow of midwinter.
Alongside us, pixie-cup lichens wassail a promise of spring
An oath as unbreakable as our human cups of plastic and tin.
With mulled apples, honeyed and spiced
We welcome light in.
Feast upon pastries of fruits in a marzipan of delights.
Feeling blessed with good cheer,
We start the new year.
Driving home in the car,
From the road I see stars of wonder.
I see trees a-glisten with tinsel.
Windows lit golden under twinkling eaves.
I am sure I can hear, and the wind whispers, “listen”
As I opened the door,
An echo once more, held soft in the still of night –
“May your light shine bright,
May your feet walk safe ground,
May you seek without fear,
May you like what you found.
Stay near to each other,
Offer comfort and cheer,
Come back to the woods,
Each solstice, each year.”