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I don’t know much about trees. They probably don’t know much about me either, although we share an overlapping space, spilling over as we do, into each other’s universe. This one has beautiful, small, dark green leaves. In late summer it creates small clusters of berries that quickly darken, from green to orange to bright red. The contrast between the dark leaves and the bright berries is striking. From my porch one morning, I stared at this tree a long while. I was admiring its complexity and beauty. Then I happened to notice a large and central, singular branch, looming toward me. It was curved, as the neck of some large creature might be. Smaller branches at the tip formed a triangle with two large clusters of red berries, upper left and upper right in the triangle. they took on the appearance of two large eyes. A smaller cluster at the very tip looked like a nose. In all, it seemed very much like a large Dragons’ Head, with pointed ears, large red eyes, and a small red nose. A gentle wind produced in it, a swaying motion as if its large neck was moving it’s triangular head up and down. It seemed to be saying: “Yes, that’s right, I am indeed a dragon, and you have found me out!”
A young girl, older than I, at ninety-two, tells me my tree is a Mountain Ash, reinforcing my fantasy of a beast that came down from a mysterious mountain Lair, took root in my garden, and now defends me against the elements. During the course of its coming battles, it will lose its scales, becoming stripped bare. It will sacrifice eyes, nose, and all but its bones as it is left for dead upon the winter snow, But in the spring its life will be restored by the light from the globe of Merlin’s staff, or the sun, however you wish it to be. You see, for some, it is merely a tree, and while I don’t know much about them, each one it seems, has a story they are waiting to share.
Everything seems
So strange to me
This isn’t where I belong
I’m a stranger
On borrowed land
An outsider
In a silence that’s awkward
Heavy and bizarre
Unholy and surreal
An outcast
With empty birdfeeders
Swaying in the breeze
And flies circling
As if upon a cadaver
Time warped elapsing
In an ungodly fashion
I’m a foreigner
Unable to get away
Hardly far enough
My head swirling
From the stagnant air
I dream of closing my eyes
Letting images jumble my thoughts
Just as come over me
A medley of bloom perfumes
And a hummingbird fluttering
The size of a butterfly
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Frisky frog forgot to bathe
So off he went, to the creek
Alone in the water, he decided
He’d be so clean, he’d squeak
Silly squirrel, scattered his nuts
Along the bank where Frog swam
Sinking into the clearest water
Frog told the squirrel he should scram
Friendly fish whirled in the waves
Swaying with the chug of the water
Reminding Frog he was surely clean
So he could visit the king’s daughter
Bristly bear came across the ridge
Rattling the leaves with his great paws
The others saw him and left the creek
Recalling the fierceness of his wide jaws
Frisky frog went to visit the king
While silly squirrel packed his lunch
And, friendly fish worked up the nerve
To glide by bristly bear – and on a hunch…
They all thanked God for this water
Where they finally met Mr. Otter!
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Sponsored by: Eve Roper
November 6, 2022
*** A DAISY TALE ***
A single, wild, tiny daisy
Less than a thumbnail in size, swaying side to side
In the slight, burning whiffs of a summer’s breeze,
Growing out from next to the house,
From the corner where the front and side
gray, stone walls of the house meet.
She climbs her way on out fron beneath a thick, brambly
Weed-Bush that is quite hell-bent on strangling
Any beauty growing in its proximity, and between
Whose many snappy twigs, the wild daisy had grown, sprouting
Her skinny stem up from the gravelly dirt, to rise, threading
Through the Weed Bush’s many twig limbs, until she cleared
Out above it, to be now taller than the house’s front stoop, onto
Which it takes three steps to stand. And, bobbing close to
Which she now gloried — near no others of her kind — alone —
With only five leaves sticking out from her stem
And showing off her golden center, smaller
Than the nail of a newborn baby’s pinky finger; leaves and flower angled
To face the sun: their light…her direction, in that moment,
Noon-centered overhead in the cerelean blue, July sky. Tiny, stalwart
Wild daisy, without fragrance (except perhaps to bees);
With her several minute white petals, sized
Like the absolute tips of toothpicks. The eptome of dainty.
Delicate, delightful. Perfect for a child’s braided
Daisy chain, if only there were more there of her;
Or a lovely pick for a dining table bouquet centerpiece
If only she were very, very much larger…Still,
She’d reached her fated height, standing proudly straight,
Just beyond the shadows laying across the yard,
Showing the peaks of some nearby giant pines,
Who always joined with her to hum Mother Nature’s dusk lullabies
While the listening heavens smiled.
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This is a Narrative poem form, (with the daisy possibly
being a metaphor for someone you know?)
(c) sally young eslinger 6/19/2023
Thanks be to God
when I was a girl
unaware of life and death
father took me to the park
to feed the ducks . . .
how, sweetly they floated to me
as father watched from a park bench
the ducks knew us and came without hesitation
how nice it would be to go back
to those days
to be again
under those swaying trees
where pretty ducks drifted
just me and father
and our favorite park bench . . .
I went back to that park not long ago
and the bench still remains
and lingering there I watched ducks drifting
remembering, remembering
days of long ago
and I imagined father
stroking my hair
as we sat on that park bench
in the dappled sun
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July 27, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Childhood Memory
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1476-536-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/30/2022
Glistening tears roll down pale cheeks
Not wanting to look but scared not to peek
Another coffin, another life gone
Another funeral, but not the last one.
Eyes looking down, holding each others hands
Swaying together, shoulder to shoulder we stand
A waste of young life what’s it all for
Another one afraid to answer the door.
Life is so precious, so short, yet so good
The ground hits the oak it splatters with mud
Another friend gone, more hearts are broke
We swallow it back, on misery we choke.
Blank faces and eyes covered with a mask
A pat on the back an arduous task
To say goodbye to another loved one
So precious to all, another mothers son.
© ~GG~ 23/12/2012
I had a sweet dream last night that we were dancing
and the song was beautiful and entrancing
lovers gliding on the dance floor
it was amazing and it was all I ever wanted
wedding guests faded away
for we were lost as we twirled and swayed
it seems like a thousand years ago
around and around you twirled me
and we mingled in clouds of lights like birds set free
you whispered our love was forever
but sadly, in the book of your life . . . God had it written
and your destiny could not be unwritten
now, my heart beats as I stand all alone with sad tears
the sweet music still playing in my head
the cemetery trees weeping, swaying, and moaning
I am trying to be brave but I am so afraid
time stands still as I walk 'on flowers beneath my feet'
darling, I will love you for a thousand years and more
I will come in summer, fall, winter and spring
in falling rain, howling winds, and freezing snow
I will love you forever and more
no time or death can erase this love . . .
Free verse/Flowers Beneath My Feet/ Human Written
Copyright Protected, 05-1816-640-20-2026
All Rights, Constance La France
Copying any part of this work is prohibited
Dulcet scent of jasmine wafting through the air
As moonbeams daub the swaying trees with silver hue
Luna's glow prescribes romance, the twinkling stars
make love a happenstance, as the wind whispers passion,
perchance ecstasy will ensue.
I see her silhouette in shapely form moving
with the rhythm of the trees, my heart flutters
as she gets nearer, then she falls into my embrace
and our lips meet, and our passion blazes.
Was it folly to believe that our love would last forever
or would it sink into the dank realm of heartbreak
But that thought perished into the fire of our passion
as we blissfully drifted beyond the twinkle of the stars
1-31-19
TWILIGHT'S AURORA
From the yawning west horizon stretch,
orange to red streaks painting the blue skies
Fleeting dragonflies flirt with the swaying breeze
as so the dives and glides from flock of starlings
Billowy to feather clouds unite
in a cosmic godly assemble rite.
The standing sound wind runs to blow
as the amber flames beneath the ashes glow.
Darkness inches it's way and wrath,
the lone farmer on the field then hurry to his path
as before the sunset, he needs to be home fast.
Crickets stalked with their wafting chants in the air
suddenly, soppy dew globules descends to the ground
crumbling to reach the parched earth bounds,
Drenched and tired after lots of strides
serenity falls to the farmer after the globules dried
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Sponsor Kelly Deschler
Contest Name Simply Beautiful
---Placed 3rd---
6:10 pm, March 24, 2015
Visited the lake today with my ever ready walking pal
Saw gatherings of floating geese savoring early morning joy
With eminent elegant black necks and heads with striking white cheeks
They were dabbling in shallow waters with heads dipped down for a morning feed
Swaying in a long line in a playful manner
I saw many pairs enjoying squawking, honking and flapping with an amusing demeanor
Light colored breasts and dark brown feathers
Drawn-out curved necks and webbed feet bottoms
Socializing with bobbing necks while making spherical breakers
They looked absolutely dazzling frolicking and whirling in the lake waters
I enjoyed the scene while playing fetch with my lab
Was glad to see that her swimming and fetching didn’t disturb them at all
Being compliant, they moved away a little from the shore
Giving the lab some room to carry on the game that she adores
They kept relishing twirling in the lake showing their cooperative communication
Teaching me about important family values of love, care and compassion