Long Trance Poems
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in the garden,
Under ¦¦¦ August skies;
The moon had gone but ¦¦¦ stars shone on, -
¦¦¦¦¦ like your beautiful eyes.
Away from ¦¦¦ glitter and gaslight,
in the garden there,
While ¦¦¦ mirth of the throng, in ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ song,
Floated ¦¦¦ on the air.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ through starlight,
I looked ¦¦¦ at you;
And a feeling came ¦¦¦¦ I could not name, -
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ starnge and new.
Friends ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ only, -
Why should it give me pain
To know you ¦¦¦¦¦ go in the morrow,
And ¦¦¦¦¦ not come again?
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
What matter that we must part?
But ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with a ¦¦¦¦¦ surprise,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
We did not speak, but your breath on my cheek
Was like a breeze of the south:
¦¦¦ your ¦¦¦¦ hair brushed my forehead
¦¦¦ your kiss fell on my mouth.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ -
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ we went in from the garden,
Out of ¦¦¦ sweet starlight,
Back to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ music,
¦¦¦ we said 'Good-bye' ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ - ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
The river ¦¦¦¦ rolls between us
Can never be crossed, I know,
¦¦¦ the waters are deep ¦¦¦ the shores ¦¦¦ steep,
¦¦¦ a maelstrom whirls below;
But I think we shall always remember,
Though we ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ strive to forget,
How you looked in my eyes, 'neath the August skies,
After the moon had set; -
¦¦¦ you kissed my lips in the garden,
¦¦¦ we stood in a trance of bliss,
¦¦¦ our hearts seemed ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ together
In ¦¦¦¦ one thrilling kiss.
(Blackout of In The Garden by Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
We’ll be leaving in a day or three. School’s starting again soon, so I’m taking some last summer looks around.
When it’s vacation time I want vetted recreation - who wants to take chances?
Last spring, in the last few weeks of school, on the metro or when I should be studying, or on cold nights - when I should’ve been studying - I’d try to visualize these pactolian Héraclée beaches.
The bright, exclusive, Héraclée summer sun - that electrically-radial herald of beachy fun - bestriding a seaside indigo summer sky - like a fiery, winged messenger of heaven-spun blessings.
Hemingway, a man who lived in pedestrian Florida, wrote that the French Riviera was ‘the garden of Eden.’ Picasso said, ‘in sunflower sun, the clean, quartz-grained sand of Saint Tropez glitters like diamonds.’
Héraclée is slower, wilder and more natural than touristy Saint Tropez and its beaches are practically deserted. Craggy hills slope down to a pristine shoreline, where the sand is as soft as cotton.
We’re at a private area, where ‘plage-attendants’ (severs) circulate among vanilla colored cabanas, dressed in understated, tans and beiges - silently delivering food, amenities and drinks.
Waves chatter a timeless prose that lulls you to trance in cool bungalow shadows - this mile of riviera strand - totes private - is clothing optional.
The heat of the day brings out fragrant scents of native scrub blossoms - jasmine, rosemary, mimosa and thyme, sea salt and umbrella pine to produce aromatherapy-like fragrances that seemingly dissolve time.
This shore of sanctuary, where the scented air itself seems to compose rhyme, has always been a poet’s muse - with its golden afternoons and moonlit, tinsel-flecked tides.
Héraclée is whatever you want it to be - you’re free to inhabit multiple polarities.
It’s not, in fact, heaven - but it’s close.
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Songs for this:
Don't Forget the Sun - The Explorers Club
Summer Girl (Bonus Track) by HAIM
I often find myself lost in a daydream like trance,
for it has always been my wish to travel France;
to Paris, know to be the city of culture and romance.
Escaping reality, I walk crisscross cobbled streets,
stop at a terrace for cafe and croissant treats;
go to the opera and mingle with the Parisian elites.
In my daydream, I am floating down the Seine river,
wandering the Louvre and at the top of the Eiffel, I quiver;
gazing at Paris, so beautifully lit up at night, I shiver.
I want the bookstores, outdoor markets, the wine,
the architecture, and on delicious French food dine;
and at Pere La Chaise Cemetery among graves twine.
I will never let go of my Paris, France daydream,
oh yes, my daydream has a recurring theme;
it comes to me in a vintage gray color scheme.
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November 21, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Don't Quit Your Daydream
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1503-797-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Entered into the contest, Don't Quit Your Daydream
sponsor, Craig Cornish
You have such beautiful eyes.
The kind that makes the stars
To shine with their devices.
They silently send me delirious.
When they conjure up such fantasies.
I drift along with them into haunting bliss.
When the phantasmic prepares my mind.
With images to mesmerized.
Within the trance, a world is refined.
Stirring with beauty in your eyes.
Spinning an intricate web of surprises
And capture loves ghosts in disguises.
The glance of grace marred the chaste
Convey me to a seductive place.
Where I can sway in your embrace.
In sleep, dreams are waiting to reveal.
All the sensation I intensely feel.
Deep in your eyes, they are concealed.
Emotional scale carefully cradled.
Feelings passionately scrambled.
Make the fiber of love come untangled.
In the quiet moments of the night,
When stars above are shining bright,
I think of you, my heart’s delight,
And everything just feels so right.
Your smile, a beacon in the dark,
Ignites in me a tender spark,
A love that’s written in the stars,
A bond that’s stronger than all scars.
Your touch, so gentle, warm, and kind,
Brings peace and joy to heart and mind,
In every glance, in every kiss,
I find a world of endless bliss.
Together, we can face the storm,
In your embrace, I feel so warm,
With you, my love, I am complete,
In every heartbeat, every beat.
Your laughter, like a melody,
Fills my soul with harmony,
A symphony of love so sweet,
In you, my love, I find my beat.
Through every trial, every test,
With you, I know I’ve found the best,
A love that grows with every day,
In every word, in every way.
Your eyes, they shine like morning dew,
A window to a love so true,
In every moment, every glance,
I find myself in a trance.
With you, my world is bright and new,
A canvas painted with love’s hue,
In every color, every shade,
A masterpiece that will not fade.
So here’s to us, to love so true,
To every moment spent with you,
My heart is yours, forevermore,
With you, my love, I soar, I soar.
In dreams, I see our future clear,
A life of joy, with you, my dear,
Together, we will write our tale,
A love that will forever prevail.
Blind to what his heart couldn't see;
your love was hard to accept.
And thus, he ignored your plea;
something you did not expect.
Rejection leaves you upset,
till tears douse passion's flame.
And your heart fills with regret;
conjuring feelings of shame.
And your heart, and tortured soul,
learns love loathes to compromise.
But unrequited love's toll,
is that desire: never dies.
Sorrow suppresses a tear
sifting through ashes of hate.
And accompanied by fear,
innocence questions its fate.
Yet slowly, dreams get replaced,
giving love another chance.
And yesterdays are erased;
invoking time's magic trance.
Carefully simmered, a steaming delight,
Hearty and soothing, through day and night.
Ingredients bubbling with warmth, a fragrant dance,
Carrots, celery in a culinary trance,
Kindling warmth within, a comforting goal,
Every spoonful's a hug, healing the soul.
Nourishing body and spirit, its essence unfurls.
Nurturing with love, as it swirls in its swirl,
Overflowing flavors, a soothing sight,
On a cold day, you bring the heat,
Dancing with spice and herbs, a fragrant embrace,
Lending depth and character grace,
Every spoonful's joy, with every eat.
Savoring each bite, a taste that's so true,
Opening hearts and appetites anew.
Unveiling comfort, worries take flight,
Pleasure in a bowl, day or night.
When I plumb the depths of my throbbing heart
All great moments before my eyes dart
The good and bad ones I lived through
The sweet and sour moments, quite a few.
Life can’t always be a smooth ride through time.
Sometimes it is raucous but can also sweetly rhyme.
Don’t know which memories in mind will forever be ingrained
Nor what precious moments through life are gained.
In the winding course of life, sometimes we feel blest.
And some moments stand out more than the rest.
One such moment was the time I knew God’s love.
When into great serenity and peace, me, He drove.
Gently I tip toed into a cloistered chapel through the rear entrance.
The serenity there was so overwhelming that I fell into a trance.
There was nothing of grandeur to arrest the eyes, save a crucifix.
It was hung on the bare wall made of unplastered red bricks.
As I stood with hands folded, nothing did I see,
But a gentle whisper I heard, filling me with a rare glee.
A riot of colors and gorgeous spires soon emerged,
Legions of angels sweetly sang and my soul was purged.
Seraphs lined up with bugles in hand as I stood at Heaven’s gate.
Don’t know how long I got lost in that blissful state.
I felt a slice of paradise unveiled before me; a sight never beheld.
A rare peace filled me and my heart in sheer joy swelled.
Pleasant was the sensation that replenished the soul.
Deep it was and deeper than ever, filling me whole.
Sucked to the fill, the peace and quietude that exuded.
Lay afloat in the joy that welled, from all pain felt secluded.
It was a feel too deep, more appealing than all the riches,
I felt instantly liberated from all bondages and glitches.
Trapping that celestial feel and wrapped in heavenly grace,
I stepped out with a vow that my wicked ways I shall renounce.
The light He gave me that day never fails to lead.
His mercy supplies me with all that I need.
With Him, how safe and secure I feel inside.
He is now recognized as my life’s greatest guide!
I am lost in an endless dream
My love and I are together
Dancing hand in hand, we're a team
Like the zephyr and a feather
Swirling and swaying to the beat
We are caught up in love's sweet trance
To the music, tapping our feet
Adrift in our fantasy dance
I do not want this dream to end
To wake up and find I’m alone
But dawn breaks in to apprehend
Into the real world, I’m thrown
I await night’s darkness to sleep
To dream of my love and our dance
I am lost in fantasy deep
Hope this will last longer perchance
I'm looking into his eyes, They are that of an ocean
Nd the moon in the sky, Is moving along our motion
It seems so enchanting
Pleasures dream of mine
Nd slowly clouds are drifting
Nd the blue moon looks divine
And the waves hit the shore, His smile seems so pure
As now mine starts to fade, When he walks out of the door.
I am left alone in my dreams
That belonged to me
The my eyes hit the beams
To bring reality to me
And i hope for other night, this dream to Prevail longer
As you are a lovely sight, and you only belong her
Written: May 26 2024
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Dark, drizzling recesses that pulse and flow.
A nebulous haze of nothingness, a sad show.
With rasping tears of seabirds, in silent cries.
They uncover comfort in various forlorn sighs.
Horizon depicts a snapshot of dreary gray.
Raven rainbows trance in barren dismay.
Why are you grieving, my wounded heart?
Why are you missing vivid spring impart?
Birds in scarlet, saffron, and cyan hues,
Glorious in the skies, so ariose views.
Yet, time slips by and you head away
Remote star casts me out of abyss sway.
I maunder amid dry gloom, forlorn and alone.
Chuckles echo across my passing groan.
In grief of shorebirds, I learn of my plight.
As I long for your arrival with all my might.
But hope lingers, akin to a glimmer at night.
We will return one day in a pure love light.
I will wait for that juncture, my soul ever true.
In bleak wilderness, memories will renew.