Long Tableau Poems
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She sat in shadows, lips sewn tight,
a child erased beneath the night.
Her voice was caged, her throat was stone,
her silence louder than a groan.
The world saw smiles, but not the scars,
her whispers trapped behind locked bars.
She should have spoken, should have cried,
but terror taught her tongue to hide.
Her silence was a battlefield,
a wound that time could never heal.
Yet in that hush, a strength was born,
a quiet rage, a vow of scorn.
Years went by, the silence stayed,
but inside her, a storm was made.
Now grown, she speaks, her voice a flame,
to burn the coward, curse his name.
Her silence was not weakness, no
it was survival, pain’s tableau.
And when she spoke, the world could see:
her silence screamed her history.
Sultry red,
yellow pillow sky,
teased tandem,
with citric,
?shades afloat oe’r waking town,
mirror bubbly folk in lane
jubilant,
trademark burrs catching,
glad echoes,
urge urban,
tableau of chalkmarked gold stamp,
where sheer pluck triumphs
buses swerve,
rapid rail steel track,
squeaky noise,
hoot … toot…. cabs,
en route symbol’s “jaunty” march,
co migrant orbit
coffee wafts
oh it taunts the nose,
hazelnut,
caramel,
mocha caressing the tongue,
pumpkin spice, mouth swirl
java pod,
a candied bake match,
divers brews,
sumptuous,
lemon slice, muffin, and sponge,
counters dangle taste.
office clique,
skim walnut tables,
“spill the beans,”
shrill guffaws,
azure vault praise from clients,
engulf coffee dock
Loiter oe’r,
toothsome three course lunch,
droll banter,
textured whim,
midday schedules reshuffled,
post noon hectic dash
T-junctions,
coax urban ants verve,
honey pot,
honey bee,
magnetic lure to swarm teams,
gumption on recharge
afternoon,
ablaze on flagstones,
vendors hawk,
stalls ignite, ,
markets swamped by eager droves,
eventide, homebound
Beneath the host of silence that pierces with the harshness of refusal,
A timid odyssey of splendor quietly sharpens its echo.
For in the depths of oceans of lamentation hidden,
Rests a crystal of strength and unfathomed experiences.
In the diaphanous embrace of rejection, where all is cryptic,
Hides a tableau of beauty yet unwritten.
In every fragment of 'failure,' a saga of maturation,
In every trace of 'loss,' a destined path’s illustration.
Every 'no' is a thread of mysteries where to grow,
To listen, to transform, to know in the sacred thorough.
Strength rises before the gates of negation,
Turn the darkness into a smile of tranquil nations.
Behold the beautiful turnaround of each blocked lane,
For unacknowledged desires still await you, unfeigned.
The caress of rejection may leave marks in clay,
But it embodies the flame that illumines the mute fray.
There is splendor in the discarded,
And finesse in each moment's misunderstood.
Self-esteem, fulfillment, and praise;
You shall never comprehend their essence
If you haven't felt their manifestation phase.
Let refusal become the easel, pure and unabashed,
Where the pigments of courage and undefeated prudence are mashed.
In each 'no', seeds of essence are sown,
An elegy to the form of beauty we embrace, eternally known panorama shown.
listless last mile
fading into obscurity
beyond the twilight zone
in ambiguous pathway
amalgamated
seeks configured definition
in mystique metaphor
to morph momentarily
into penumbra of panorama
in kaleidoscopic winsome montage
of enticing mirage
fervent
transient tableau
of euphoric lattice
of esoteric exuberance
weaved engagingly
by sensuous stream
of cadenced ardent zephyr
the swirling sagacity
of mesmeric menagerie
on an en echelon flight
furtive
of designed delight
choreographed by cloud clumps
in scarlet sunset sky
where harmonic hue echoes
the song of silence
turning to tranquil melody
of stimulant spirit
for formless façades
of enraptured life
unlived
in cascading crescendo
of symphony of emotion
as ecstatic fervor flows
entranced
in stream of sonata
sculpting on mindscape
pageant of immutable images
of timeless acuity
actuated
where faceless people
turn to shadows
their ephemeral essence
of sequestered silhouettes
conducts symphony of memory
resonating music of life
nostalgic
Serenity prevails let's celebrate
It's Christmas and goodwill surrounds us all
Spellbound by spruce tree we will decorate
Magical season holds us in its thrall.
Message of love in humble stable born
Epistle of peace, may goodwill persist
In the hardest of hearts warmth does sojourn
Christmas ignites fuse how could they resist?
Nativity tableau and candlelight
Incense pervades chapel this holy hour
Moment divine all is perfectly right
Cherish always this momentous power.
Wonderful message of faith, hope and love
Everlasting image of pure white dove.
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Constance La France
26/11/2022
My Saddest Day(A Dog Gone Tableau)
I Had to leave him
(though he yapped and whined)
at the adoption drop off,
(I still loved him so)
with folks that I'd entrusted
(he was my dear friend)
with his safe keeping.
(He'd turned old and blind)
His mournful howl followed me
(when we let him go.)
as i exited the door
(How can my heart mend?)
My two poems for the Intermingle Contest of Craig Cornish:
My Saddest Day, written a while earlier than actually posted on 9/21/2014
& A Dog Gone Tableau, posted 10/17/2014 a few days after I wrote it.
By Andrea Dietrich
(The idea for what to use was inspired by my wonderful friend, Harry Horsman)
Pouncing across the white pinwheel flowers,
dancing to the delightful tunes of breeze,
Blue beauty performed an air show for hours;
For a few moments, my sorrows she seized
Displaying a kaleidoscope of hues,
like a vibrant tableau, she unfurled views;
With bright blue colour, she blew off the blues
And my worldly worries I just eschewed
From bright royal blue to emerald green,
swapped colours, swiftly like a magician;
Her wings a canvas of shimmering sheen;
To find her name was my only mission.
Banded peacock is her beautiful name
Oh! Now, All I can do is just exclaim.
Oct-05-2024
Psychologically speaking, women are snakes and men are mice,
In the ancient theater of the world, where masks fall and rise in dance,
She, the slithery queen of untold stories, an endless paradox,
With a glance that untethers ships from their moors, in a sea without driftwood, without sails.
Beneath the suave murmur of her hypnotic violin, almost inaudible amongst the buzz of the scene,
Masterfully crafted undulations, through a curtain of deep, unfathomable mysteries,
Alluring in her eternal enticement, with whispers spreading divine inner deceptions,
Threaded along the fine string of the night, playing on the sensitive chord of a forever starving heart.
He, prey to an instinct too often defeated by endless scrutiny,
The mouse, a twitching silhouette amongst shadows, a knight of frailty,
Carving a path through crevices of reality, in search of his shooting star of cheese,
Towards which he sails, enchanted by the siren's song, on an ocean of uncertainties.
They are the timekeepers of our destinies, ticking away in contradictory symphonies,
Each with their solitude, each with their threads of fate and dreaming,
Setting the trap and becoming our own prey, in a game of divinity,
From ages to ages, one lending the other venom and antidote in the same cup.
Until the stars shall wipe away from the sky, and the Moon shall mute with fear,
The duel continues, between the secret magic and the unexpected murmur,
She, breathing her spells of love into night garments sewn with silver,
He, finding his way through the crevices of the day, with hopes like a spider's thread clinging.
And yet, is not love the greatest enigma in this strange tableau?
The woman-snake and the man-mouse, opposites and yet complements,
Catching in-flight the reversal of roles, where the snake is the one who forgives and the mouse protects,
In the jungle of emotion, where instinct becomes the guide and the fearful conquer, merely with the power of the heart to love.
the light breeze
cooled the morning sun
daytrip Venice
had begun
vantage views
from a vaporetto
inch-by-inch
the skyline began to grow
St Marks cameinto view
etched on a sky so blue
tourist scrambled
from the boat
sensory feelings inside emote
ambling along piazzas wide
campanile renaissance
a city's pride
byzantine palaces bridge of sighs
facias painted
in pastel dyes
gothic churches candles ablaze
carvings to draw the gaze
depicted ceilings vivant tableau
golden bedecked reredos
pizza italiano barolo red wine
relax chat then dine
'neath parasoled
courtyard shade
as gondaliers anchor
to quayside arcade
homward along canal grande
below balconies
overhanging sun-tanned
houses emulsioned terracotta bold
kaleidoscopic memories
made manifold
the light breeze
cooled the morning sun
daytrip Venice
had begun
vantage views
from a vaporetto
inch-by-inch
the skyline began to grow
St Marks cameinto view
etched on a sky so blue
tourist scrambled
from the boat
sensory feelings inside emote
ambling along piazzas wide
campanile renaissance
a city's pride
byzantine palaces bridge of sighs
facias painted
in pastel dyes
gothic churches candles ablaze
carvings to draw the gaze
depicted ceilings vivant tableau
golden bedecked reredos
pizza italiano barolo red wine
relax chat then dine
'neath parasoled
courtyard shade
as gondaliers anchor
to quayside arcade
homward along canal grande
below balconies
overhanging sun-tanned
houses emulsioned terracotta bold
kaleidoscopic memories
made manifold