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At the edge of summer the rainy squalls disappear,
polar wind whispers under the sapphire sky clear.
Drooping leaves of garden trees wake up to its call,
don the crimson drape before they wither and fall.
Dawn creates a crystal crown with pearls of dew
for the bent grass blades wrapped in russet hue.
Leaving nests in forest the summer birds fly away,
with fallen fawn foliage the shadows of trees play.
From the horizon beyond blue hill cotton clouds fly
like the sailing ship on the serene azure of the sky.
As the saffron sun sinks in splendor in twilight hours,
the canvas of fall is painted with the blazing colors.
Summer lay lazily over the land.
The languid weight of wind and water
bowing tree limbs, chasing sand
squalls over sidewalks.
Cyclist meander down aisles
of Rose of Sharon shrubbery past
banks of day lilies and Pez-purple
hydrangeas.
Tourist, colorful as the flowers,
buzz through seaside shops in flip flops
the color of Necco wafers.
Their gummy soles making sucking
sounds upon the linoleum.
In gingerbread slumber like fairy-tale children,
they gather in pink, lime-green, and purple houses.
The poor of a Christian God have become
the rich of a capitalist nation.
They hoard their paper-lantern dream.
In the dynamic landscape of many promises,
my vibrant life has persevered to pave
the pathway that meanders on the time’s trail,
traces the wheels’ imprints fading into the mist of future,
as I traverse at a desired pace destiny decides.
Many streams in spate I’ve crossed in surging squalls
with the budding desires sheltered in my heart.
My dreams slowly wither like the autumn flowers,
and find all the enticed butterflies drift away to nowhere
from my fawn meadow once so verdant .
The fallen leaves dance the last dance in my garden,
their rustling cadence resonates in my pensive heart.
As the setting sun wraps me with melancholic hue,
I seek the warmth of niche in your evasive embrace
in the chilly night that falls with flakes of broken dreams.
Far from the twilight zone into the desolate night,
I search wandering for the remaining path to travel,
while in uncertain frail steps I walk the last mile
through the spent life’s debris of fulfillment,
where I find stardust sprinkled sequins of beauty.
Red Petals Of Everlasting Love
Perfect couples united in a Holy Matrimony
Entwined by God in His most divine harmony
They built a home in the fortress of true love
A salubrious place, their most comforting cove.
Lulling over a lake of serenity from the start
Sustained by faith and fidelity deep in the heart.
For being steadfast in love, in their conviction
Over the years, no squalls razed their foundation
Relentlessly, they look forward for future boons.
Blessed now they are with lovely and talented children
In their sacrifices and patience, dreams will be on hand
Nurtured kids by their great mother and father
God loving and fearing ones, blessings to all others.
Red petals of everlasting love rain from the sky
Outpouring over these two hearts’ boundless tie
Matrimonial bond - an oath to God forever
Eternal amorous affinity they’ll never surrender
Lifetime creases their body, it doesn’t matter.
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Feb. 14, 2016 6.05 pm.
-Sharing a a poem as my Valentines gift to couples (my cousin and his wife).. An earnest request giving me the title, “ Everlasting Love” but I added words on the title.
Much like a feline
Playful and curious
Raised hair, arched spine
Readily furious
But it’s short lived rage
Just stroke her behind
Too eager to play
Than be anger defined
She loves you, hard
But on her terms
Keep clear, her guard
Or go eat worms
Razor sharp claws
Kneading your flesh
Dramatic, squalls
Refuse to suppress
Direct attention
Immediate response
Always fishing
Don’t be caught
A good companion
For a workaholic
A true love, stand in
A short term frolic
A fickle friend
Appalled by all
The breaking of wind
Or a clumsy fall
Much like a feline
With striking eyes
Beware of her kind
Before your soul dies
Slovenly winter's sojourn lingers, but dwindles away.
Petulant cold snaps, squalls and hail the exit price you pay.
Riddance wrung from season squeezed by hugs to relent reluctantly.
In dawn's budding yolk core, a sign of hope that Spring's door shunt
Nurtures renewal, renounces enfeebled winter gloom with enlightened lilt.
Get those shoes on, ready for a gamboling, frolicking dance in kilt.
Impatient expectation threatens to half-bake Spring's coming.
So easy to go off half-cocked, like cock miscalling a morning.
Conjure up your juggling balls, and warm your hands as well,
On stage you go, to keep your baoding balls chiming a spell.
Meditating on what Spring may bring when plated to please, and charm.
Inviting renewal, a fresh go, mindfully aware of warnings strung on yardarm
Nevermore to be ensnared by false hope and expectations
Growing too fast and withering on vine, denying your supplications.
So often your hope chest is wrecked when predictions are dashed
On rocky shores, hidden behind a rosy mirage of beach on shore bedecked.
Only expect half your quiver of Spring gambits darts to hit home true.
Never be disappointed that Spring's coming only delivers an IOU in lieu.
A Blustery Autumn Day
Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter
Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry
Carried away on blustery gusts,
Weaving a tapestry of autumn’s magic
In tiny whirlwinds of yellow, orange and umber –
Floating like capricious ghosts into hazy skies
Waiting for the rains -
Then chasing jubilees of color into dry puddles of drifting leaves,
Like flying cartwheels,
Scattering,
Then gathering in again,
And just for fun
Lifting fringes of woolen mufflers, warding off the chill,
Taking aim at woolen hats with rowdy gusts
Delighting in their tumbling down broad sidewalks,
Crowded with bright leaves,
In pirouettes,
Spinning kaleidoscopes in shades of whimsy,
Careening down the lanes or bustling avenues,
Catching breath again to huff and puff,
Blowing in erratic tempest tarantellas,
And giggle
Watching footballs taking errant paths,
Tickling summered tree limbs exposed,
No cover for their naked branches,
With passing gales of glee,
Resounding with the call of cornucopia’s horn
To gather in the Indian corn, pumpkins and ripe wheat
Before the coming days of icy storms
Blow hard with unrelenting icy currents
In winter squalls returning.
staying afar from the people I love…
the fear is starting to creep in slowly ..
at times with the sound of a phone ringing
the heart’s rhythm of mine touching the skies..
also sometimes searching unjustly,
locking your eyes at the screen
with the time blaring off behind…
speeding fast with the images
in not so kind of a mind
knowing whispers of the wind couldn’t carry
the weight of the times
for the roots spread too long
yet greedily wishing on tethering the family’s love
& anchoring the friendships,
all being away from the sea
just about helplessly hoping to hold onto,
and to never stopping myself from
casting the lines to the stars
while still steering through the squalls
awaiting whatever comes through next
Is depression a band playing?
Always jeering at my brightest sets
Blows off the smallest bow leaving me a husk
Depression cat calls behind the veil
Dark days alone with my ever-present God
Hopelessly kneeling to my sad nature
A dead mane of a palm tree stripped by squalls
My rot rooted by reality's check ever on stage
Pop Seroquel to quell me to sleep
Teach me patience in this depression
Teach me the meaning of petite mort
Keep me practicing dying on stage
If not for love's tethers I would gladly exit
To my ancestors behind the ol’back stage
With my relations in line to come to Jesus
Barred by chemical prescriptions
Pop lithium and lamictal to unite polarities
Lurasidone to sway my psychosis to tunes
Trazodone for slaying me to sleep
This time I'll stay adherent and penitent
Drugs are courage buoying stage fright
Chemical messengers knitting neurons
Exposing me to paper cuts from the crowd
Shrouding mania with suppressed dopamine
Sadness in the background overwhelms me
Remember dust to stardust gravely falling
Those dark days twisting without love
Sex and drugs are cheap distractions
Cigarettes just crutches in the limelight
Without drink and weed on center stage
I want to go back-stage when love recedes
Then I would not feel my heart racing
Keep me above ground as life grinds on
The accretion of well-intentioned lies
Another day another poem
Like broken records on repeat
Veils of depression weighty as curtains
Knowing doesn’t tear the thread of identity
When I cross the veil, leave it all behind
But, it's not time to go back-stage
If not for love I would cut Fate’s twine
Stay alive long enough without disguises
Endure hours naked under the spotlight
Hold moments of joy without expectations
Confetti dismissed by peppered depression
Killing time while crooning cruelly alone
Waiting impatiently for the curtain call
Depression waiting back-stage as usual
AUTUMN TAPESTRY
At the edge of summer the rainy squalls disappear,
soft northern breeze whispers under sky sapphire,
verdant leaves on garden trees wake up to the call,
don the crimson veil before they all wither and fall.
Crystalline dawn creates crown with pearls of dew
on the meadow the grass gleams in the astral hue.
Leaving summer nests in the forest birds fly away,
with fallen fawn foliage the shadows of trees play.
From the horizon behind blue hill cotton clouds fly
like the sailing ship on the serene azure of the sky.
As the cold summer sun sinks in the twilight hours
autumn tapestry I paint in mind with sunset colors.
September 15, 2018