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AUTUMN ROMANCE
Summer swan song melts in autumn romance
Floating white clouds fondly caress blue sky
In morning glow with green grass dew drops dance
Amber leaves embrace trees before they fly.
On crisp breeze ripples love floats everywhere
I adore you gleaming in dream twilight
My heart didn’t find yours ever so near
Eyes don’t blink lest your grace goes out of sight.
Moonlit wind ruffles silk locks on your face
With tender touch sea spreads on the beach
I uncover your eyes sink without trace
In silence stardust emotions I reach.
Unsaid words I whisper to autumn air
To tell you my love for you is so rare.
September 20, 2017.
Form : Sonnet.
. In the depth of despair
I wondered out where
The fog lay in fields of morn
Feeling forsaken and so forlorn
Regretting the day I was born.
And there where I sat
Looking back at
How life had brought me down
Images shattered... without a sound
As they fell in pieces…to the ground
Lost in my mind
I could not find
A reason to carry on
So... there in the fog... of early dawn
I sang…my final swan song
Deeper and deeper and deeper I fell
Into... a bottomless well
Were I ceased to exist
In a feeling of bliss
When the fog... began to lift
Higher and higher and higher…I flew
To the light of the burning fire
Lightly touching…down on the ground
With the light of God... all around
In the midst...of angelic sounds
In the most beautiful meadow…I’d ever seen
Of silver mist and emerald green
It lay before me…like a dream
With the path…where I had been
Evaporating…in a sunbeam
Somewhere between...
Heaven and Hell... on Earth
~~~
Author: Elaine George
When the seraphic spring departed it left for me
a posy of purple rose as dainty as the dew of dawn.
I placed it in the alluring vase of my craving heart,
soaked it with love, it won’t wilt in summer heat.
In midsummer amorous mystique night I’d take you
through the moondust mist to the dulcet sea shore,
tuning my pulsating heart with its sapphire rhythm,
on your pearly arms I’d place the bouquet and me.
With the enticing melody of whistling zephyr’s flute,
and with the mesmeric music of the rolling waves,
I’d compose the lyric of my love to resonate for you,
my yearning would shimmer as dreams in your eyes.
As I’d reach the crescendo of my summer swan song,
nothing more I could take from you, for you’d be mine.
Even when we reach the edge of the dissolving twilight,
our path won’t part, you’d love me the way you like.
___________
August 25, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
SWAN SONG OF AN OLD-GUARD TRUE-BLUE TORY
I am one of the last of a dying breed,
I’m an antique true-blue Tory.
I grew up on Super-Mac
And ‘the Land of Hope and Glory.’
In Rab Butler I once found
A man both mild and sane.
Ted Heath I took with a pinch of salt.
Maggie Thatcher caused me pain.
Her politics were tough and right,
But I found her style too brash.
She was less concerned with social need
Than she was with sordid cash.
John Major held his horses.
He was middle-of-the-road.
Perhaps he was a shade too nice
To fit the worldly mode.
When Cameron came, the rot set in.
I mean that referendum.
Why dabble with these dubious things?
There's no reason to defend ‘em.
Theresa May did what she could
To sort out the Brexit shambles
But failed at last to free the land
From the consequence of gambles.
Boris Johnson ends the list
Of Tories hale and hearty,
And, to boot, as I do fear,
What’s left of the Old Tory Party.
To Liz or Richi falls the task
To clear up after Boris.
w=Were not the better place
if he had kept to Horace.
Is the land I loved so well
Now the land of grope and gory?
Woe is me if I must close
With heavy heart this story.
There’s beauty in the midnight feathers of a black swan so divine,
as euphoria illuminates s t a i n e d sanctuaries~
where stars long to drown in your still train of thoughts,
for there’s a p o e m ruffling through lakes of ancient runes,
too d a r k for the blind who refuse to see beyond color,
amidst the swirl of sorcery… emanating magical wavelets of strength,
to stand out in a world of dwelling dullness..
Remember, life goes on, with or without
the veil of validation..
You’re more than a silhouette on a blank page….
I see through those scratched windows
of your sunless eyes,
where manipulative monsters
make a foolish king out of your soul,
whilst morals of yesterday’s
drown in poisoned puddles
of contaminated cruelty.
Yet we still hope celestial roots of eden
would sprout through barren grains of time,
as hostile hands weave paper petunias,
to color them in shades of shallow shadows,
which glimmer amongst salmon skies,
enveloped in airy blue lace.
Perhaps, a touch of an empath may
reawaken the light of life that has been
dimmed within the fogs
of your narcissistic ego.
Or maybe there will never be a release
nor a remedy to relieve your
lethal fangs clutching my breathless lungs,
constantly feeding me infected fruits on the
furnace of malevolent magnanimity.
But, I’m no longer the naive target that
falls victim to every shimmering knife you throw,
aiming to blind me with your crystal color coated trickeries.
So take all your weapons wielded
of manipulative mantras~
forged from the hells of insecurities.
I am not the mistress meant only to move
in motions of your designed gravity.
I am earth and fire,
more than skeleton and scent.
I am stronger than every storm I’ve sailed through,
when sinister seas screamed in angst.
One day you’ll realize my kindness
was never a weak vessel to be misused~
whenever your greediness finds the need to
steal wings for your own malicious delight.
"No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky."
- Llewelyn Powys
Tonight it seems as if moonlight sings
and stars surround her in nocturnal musings.
Would that I were an angel with feathered wings,
I'd fly to bask within the golden light of her haloed rings
I stood in awe of her without askance
Mesmerized by the sight as if I was in a trance
Agasp of the night's celestial beauty with each glance
I imagined they were enjoying their cotillion with a dance
Suddenly a shooting star took the stage
in a solo ballet, it's swan song earned with age
Brilliantly it gleamed with flames as if it was in a rage
I was breathless watching it glow, then its death to assuage
From shadows, I quietly observed them tonight
watching the heavenly gems shining ever so bright
as the moon glimmered and stars shimmered their light
I was amazed by the magnificence of the breathtaking sight
Summer swan song dissolves in autumn romance,
clumps of cloud caressed by the silk of sapphire sky
wait for the northern wind to hold the hands to dance
on the edge of kaleidoscopic horizon before they fly.
The garden path laces the blushing trees facing the fall,
wilted umber leaves weave the tapestry of blazing hue,
the autumn music resonates in the rustle as they crawl,
reclined grass of cinnamon meadow dons crown of dew.
Washed by consumed summer’s spell of departing spray
the twilight sky simmers in the setting sun’s sinking flare,
from the forest’s amber canopy all the birds soar away,
the shadow of tinged foliage floats on waves of crisp air.
The deflected arrays of moonbeam ripple on your face,
from amorous sea knitted pearls on swells of joy sprawl,
whispering autumn breeze wraps you in ardent embrace,
as with the stardust a million sparks of my yearning fall.
Written : September 17, 2019
May 30, 2020
Contest : Strand No. 780
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I built a nubile nest for them so we could live together
kept it warm in the long winter time of frost and freeze
no speeding storm of strife could ever sweep it away
where I held them secured within my enwrapping wings.
They grew up nurtured in the cradle of love and care
learned how to build and face life in their chosen way
as a parent the process with them I could affably share
the ephemeral delight lasted till they chose to fly away.
In the flood of the surging river of drowning sadness
I felt the load of loneliness sink deep within my essence
as from the eroded bank of yearning they disappeared
and I heard the distant bell of destiny toll faintly for me.
As the flow of time searched for a course to the eternity
in twilight’s fading gleam I breathed the air of desolation
I heard it whisper the swan song to me on the passing
resonating in my soul with the rhythm of my last sigh.
August 27, 2021
Title Chosen : Last Sigh
Contest : This Or That, Vol 6
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
If I have the time I would stall lest it races away
to the ordained hour of destiny set by the unseen.
All the lost battles I’ll fight once again to win,
invent a sunburst horizon in the sky gone grey.
All the promises I gave you I couldn’t keep ever,
the deceptive image of me with you got deformed.
In the residual time I’ll make them anew, reformed,
try to tell you what remained unsaid, I won’t waver.
For those crumbled in the debris of fallen dark sky
I’ll be a candle to light up the trail lost in obscurity,
so they can take the designed journey with certainty
to the promised destination in the wake of butterfly.
When all the songbirds disappear in the remote skies,
the last melody I’ll compose, sing the swan song of life.
When the broken dreams burn in the blaze of strife,
if I have the time, like the Phoenix from the ashes I’ll rise.
December 26, 2019
Contest : If You Have The Time For An Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
A frequent visitor is Mary Anne,
Who first did come before the bloom of rose
As tiny bud before it fully grows.
I blossomed too. A pattern then began.
I came to know when she would call again.
Though first she came as not a guest I chose,
I'm ready now each time she does impose
herself on me, and that has been the plan.
She comes. She goes. Late summer has drawn near.
I backward look. How every year did flee!
I forward look with something kin to fear.
I think that it a sorry day shall be
(A time I know is very nearly here)
When Mary Anne no longer calls on me.
(an oldie written some time before "Mary Anne"
left me forever! Seeing PD's blog the other day
made me think of it! If you are still confused, here
is a big hint: She only visits women!!)