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As I walk around my garden, I note
that my daphnia is in full flower
it is always my first bush to show
and fill my garden with tantalising scent.
My Yucca always gives me colour
in the bleak month of December
standing there so stately
each year another head appears.
The trellis will soon be awash
with its orange trumpets
that brighten up an otherwise dull wall
and makes me smile as they reach up high.
While my various rose bushes
gleefully soon will cover my pergola
mingling with the honeysuckle
filling garden with most delightful scent.
Ah everywhere the promise of Spring abounds
How I long for the warm days to come
when I can sit out by my ponds
and watch fish darting hither and tither.
Dragonflies some enormous and so pretty
visit my lilles and briefly settle there
Spring the month of my birth
will at last soon be here.
A mote A mote
Floating on air Floating
Tossed hither Tossed
And tither, Hither
Going where it's toss'd. Whereever...
Perhaps Singular claim
Its only claim To fame
To fame Irritation
Is irritation In the eye!
In one's eyes.
Scintilla! Scintilla!
A fire Fire in reflected light
On reflected light Part of the dust of ages!
A mite of the dust
Of Ages.
I have mirrored the whole of my life
On this mercurial surface
I have painted myself on this glossy canvas
My pen has bled words in red
You can look straight into me
As you see my reflection on a mirror
I have sketched me as I am
Honest and truthful,
Sans distortion or contortion
I don’t want to be a sham
Here have I laid bare my life
Fraught with aches, dotted with smiles
My longings and my heart aches
My expectations, my disappointments
My triumphs, my defeats
My search through every nook n’ cranny for success
My plunge into the nadir of despair on defeat
My moments of escalating joy
My dark hours of crippling distress
Everything I wanted to be
Everything I failed to be
Please have a peek into my porous heart
Assess this candid chronicle of my life
And tell me if my soul is black or white
Sometimes I feel I am a life boat without oars
Floating aimless hither and tither
But I see light houses of joy in between
To pilot my way over shoals and breakers!
May. 5.2022
Placed Third
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Hey Valentine, where are you?
Are you hiding amid the peaks of a mountain
or in the depths of an ocean?
Are you in the sweltering heat of summer
Or in the torrential flood of the monsoon?
You are lost between winter’s chill
and the verdure of spring.
You make me shiver and sweat in turn.
You are at once the soft touch of a feather
and the sting of a speeding arrow!
Love is now stagnant without flow
like the duck weed that float
over the greasy surface of still waters.
You are crushed between the petals
of a rose and its thorns.
You are thrown hither and tither,
by fevered minds.
Oh, where are you?
You hide between darkness and dawn,
at the intersection of dreams and nightmares
where love and heartache copulate.
Where are you, Valentine?
Better you be in your hide out.
I don’t want to see your bloody face,
a n y m o r e…..
A speck drifts in the wind blown hither and tither,
Briefly settling then takes to the air once more.
Now a charged particle thanks to the storm,
It flitters around like a beautiful butterfly.
Travelling the world at the whim of winds
visiting Australia, Asia and Africa on its way.
The frozen plains of Europe weigh it down
As it mixes with ice that freezes it hard.
Drifting aimlessly northwards, it, then
picks up the gulf stream still heading north.
Finally over the Shetland Isles it comes
to rest, Oh the tales that it could tell us.
Now it adds richness to the thin soil
here spring plants will take a grip
and burst into wondrous blooms
all due to a small mote of dust.
Be there a time
that flowed the aura 'neath
the breadth that holds the weight
of thee,
does beauty walks
atop your sliding granules
of trinket feet and painted nails rob few
of thee,
that once charmed
men release their girth
and loosen virtue slip through fingers
of thee,
Of famous men
or sum feminine further
first, their standing you're a standby is a curse
of thee,
appointed overseer
these belittle that tither
the wind to contest and forfeit no choice
of thee,
stems petalled vibrant
fluttering liken grains 'neath
pursues to escape yet yours are a part
of thee,
alluring crafts their will
whereas remotely the aloof eyes
risks furtherance out and pivot some way
of thee,
you steer their breaths
seductively complete a whiff of
ancient's potent secrecy projects the chasm
of thee,
you comprehend being alone
and of what brews lacking its realm
where time stands with no hands to a clock mocks
of thee,
the colors constant fetching
commands acclaim, award, a look-see,
and of the sky from the sun's set to rise, be the same
of thee,
free to count the exact stars
cool of the moon and the sun's heat
the four winds cast no eyes but you sway to their glory
of thee,
you are priceless
as indifference be of no virtue or vice
the words I write of you do not go through you, but is, as it should be,
... of thee.
Stance like the rock,graced
with rigidity and pride,
Indifferent Moist: Faith.
Faith is a substance of Proof,
Actions hidden by hearts rule.
Innate fluid flowing in the vein,
Traversing the heart,fueling the rein.
Health of dying hope.
Faith is that strong stampede rope,
Attracting with force,unseen promises.
Inversing worry,deleting Vices.
The joy in mocking rages of waves,
Halting deceit,rekindling fire of grace.
For so long had it been talked off:
All soul were once or twice lost.
In the switch of time came faith to explore,
That he should have to himself many stores.
Hearts tiptoe-ing,to see what future holds!
Say to mountain,
Hence from hither to tither:
Faith is the bearer.
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Deep is the water of the lagoon
filled with many kinds of things
the more you look the more you see
reflected clouds floating in the water
A host of wondrous plants on the banks
little fish darting hither and tither
tall reeds are casting mottled shadows
deep down a big catfish lies in ambush
The cool waters a pure bliss to watch
rippling waves setting off flashes
different colours glint and shatter
like light beams hitting coloured shards
The tranquillity of this magical place
calls out to me beckoning me closer
I lay on the grassy bank trailing a hand
in the soft water and feel I am restored
Keep this place secret just for us to share
come here whenever the outside world is too much
here a blissful peace awaits to bathe you
to bring comfort and soothe away the daily pains
To live is to take a chance
each day we have many choices
is our life preordained?
the paths already written?
Or are we just balsam
blown hither and tither
when you stop and think
how much free choice is there?
Our discipline starts early
from the day we first attend
kindergarten or school lessons
after school we go out to work
Again we are at the whims of bosses
if you do not toe the line out you go
appearances are important to neighbours
so we keep our houses and gardens nice
If one drops out of every day life
and goes totally their own way
we are called odd and often far worse
just for daring to be different
Man is such a herd animal
like sheep we follow blindly
not wanting to seem unusual
needing the approval of peers
So in this game of life
we roll the dice of chance
choosing to follow fate
no real free choice for us
Light raft floating
drifting for a breeze
Sailing aimlessly
Going into nothingness
Yet drifting on a bed of certainty
Am I a harbouring passenger
OR a willing vessel
bobbing hither and tither
with the confidence of the waves
Whether willing or by direction
I steeped the ocean's floor
Whether I was cleaning or just sweeping
I traversed the carpets shore
Where was my comfort to be sought
OR my intimacy to be dreamt
For where have you seen a twig with dreams
OR the blazing glory of a shoot
There's no compass for relief
Only certitude was certainty,
The assured conviction
That truth is fact!