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Hoarfrost on barbed wire
holds until the first blackbird
tests the silver thread—
The dawn was never asked, if
it intended to stay cold.
A gold wedding band
leaves an imprint underneath
beside weathered skin—
The pale pledge there lingers long
after finger tires of it.
Knots tied in dry strings
to remember promises
slowly surrender
when they're immersed in water
to the form they never lost.
The builder chooses
the straightest tree trunk for beams—
High in the branches
magpies nest in the curved limbs
that bow when wild winds arrive.
Seaweed on the rocks
remembers yesterday's tide
higher than today's—
No wave returns for its mark
only salt lingers there still.
A watermark sleeps
inside each folded message
with a hidden date—
that rises with candle warmth
to tell the truth, time knew well.
Snake held by its tail,
its mouth swinging so freely
circling round the arm—
Every vow has the same aim
to taste the hand that shaped it.
The face in the glass
nods before it answers back
they both know their names—
The one who made promises
has long become someone else.
I wandered the desert alone, oh, what a dream to remember!
'Twas a place of extremes. Gorgeous yet frightening. A swelteringly hot
Barren terra incognita that stretched far beyond the horizon.
I walked for miles and miles; feeling more lost by the hour,
I turned, following my footprints back to civilization.
But unbeknownst to me, a sandstorm roared, erasing footprints I made earlier.
Staggering, fighting my fatigued body and moribund spirit, I paused briefly,
Barely standing upright, with arms akimbo trying to catch my breath.
"Where am I?", I wondered in a panic. Sweat streaming down my
brow, I continued traversing the never-ending stretch of desolate wasteland.
The chances of finding my way out of this vast sea of sand, improbable.
"Is this how it all ends? How will I make it out here alive?"
I asked myself, drowning in an ocean of pessimism. Thoughts in my head
Dark and morbid. I'm lost. A nightmare come true! The chances for a rescue
In this unforgiving no man's land couldn't seem more unlikely.
An oasis, a needle in the haystack. I'm increasingly asphyxiated by thirst.
Before long, I chanced upon a tree trunk still standing tall, frozen in time.
I took shade on its shadow across the sand, defeated, begging God
For a quick end to my misery. Instead, heavens opened up, and down came
The rain. An augury of hope...my salvation! Oh, what a dream to remember!
Date written and posted: 10/02/2018
(Dedication: For Dave Wood, the Lyric Man)
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Teary moonlight
Flash from heaven;
Lovers unite
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Teenage lover boy
Bus-stop waiting;
Delayed arrival
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Nicotine addict
Puffing for dear life;
Carcinogenic highs
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Grass blades
Protrude through cracks;
Sidewalk stone slabs
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College vacation
Rowdy students arguing;
Monsoon weather hurls
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Housefly fly past
Unceremoniously;
Decadent visit
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Stars decorate
Night sky twinkling;
Croaking August frogs
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Anxious To-Do List
Smudge of raindrops;
Go with the flow
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Crazy poet laughs
Mad self-talk;
Intoxicating grief
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Back track then
To nowhere far;
Celestial timing
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Words carved
Old tree trunk code;
Open secret
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Grassy flowers
Humble affirmations;
Perennial song
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Stray voices call
In these woods;
Bird song melody
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Romantic ideas
Dehydrated fruits;
Winter sonata
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Self-made home movie
Unknown stars;
Awkwardly famous
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Leon Enriquez
15 August 2014
Singapore
218.
My 34th Leaf
Got thee from tree trunk
Standing position
A flowering plant
Common on house yards
“Orchid” leaf it is!
Owned by choir member
Dulce Pirote
Maybe she's the one
Who planted it there
A new acquaintance
Fifth day of August
Year Twenty Thirteen
It is a Monday
Local holiday
It's our Town Fiesta
Clinging on tree trunk
On a small landscape
As we go outside
Front yard of the house
Near its entrance gate
Fiesta remembrance
Another rare chance
First time with church choir
A worthy memoir
Fun to be with them!
-08/05/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
I, Squirrel, now await the coming Spring;
as the ground thaws, my hunt for nuts begins.
To life's sweet treasures, happily, I cling;
from Spring, through Summer, Fall- survival wins.
Now, Winter's cold- the ground is frozen tight;
those nuts I buried- nowhere to be found.
So hard to shelter from the wind at night;
inside a hollow tree trunk, I stay bound.
I know Spring's coming- feel it getting close;
the days- becoming longer, slow but sure.
But, I dismiss the cons and choose my pros;
for now, to feed my hunger- there's a cure.
I found a see-thru house where birds can feed
and figured out a plan- help me survive.
It's suctioned to a window, but with speed,
I jump up high, then crawl within- and thrive!
They watch me by the window from inside
Somehow, I know that I am safe and spared.
I think they smile since I am long and wide-
yet, squeeze inside the feeder, unimpaired!
I know Spring's coming- feel it in the air
Winter is not forever- it will pass.
For now, I take my pros and say a prayer;
rebirth of Spring will bring me greener grass.
January 20, 2023
Contest: Winter Is Not Forever
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelly
Required Theme:
"A poem on the theme of 'Winter is not Forever'-
a sweet look at the hope of Spring from
an animal's point of view."
The path progresses in a linear manner
like a fallen tree trunk
branching occasionally.
Perpendicular cousins gauntlet
the peripheral borders.
Winter’s extreme nudity
revealing an earthly crust,
a spine of granite;
a body desiccated of life’s fluids.
Yet, the sparse, angular, forms
retain their own beauty,
dance in the shifting light.
Upon the path man progresses,
upright as the gauntlet of guardian trees;
perpendicular as they;
arms branch, fingers twig,
calling down the gifts of Heaven.
Summoning.
The path girdles the Earth.
Within the trunk of man
arteries branch, capillaries twig;
and bones boulder spines.
The fluids of life flow in jewel tones,
dancing in the shifting light.
The Earth progresses, orbiting,
girdling the sun as the Moon girdles it.
Golden steamers of gas reach from the sun
upward and outward on the path
occasionally branching.
My naked feet feel the slick, moist grass in the quiet park
as my fingers pluck and trace the soft edges of a flower petal.
My back is pricked as I lean against a spiked, tree trunk
while my hand swipes off a sticky, delicate cobweb from my face.
As I pull off the cobwebs, tree sap drops onto my hair
penetrating my scalp, and I attempt to pull off it's gooey sap.
Suddenly, I feel the thick, sandpaper lick of a dog's tongue
on my cheek, and I laugh, petting his fluffy fur with pleasure.
Written on 8/31/2015
A crash of thunder wakened me
as I slept cradled in a tree.
There was fierce growling on the ground.
Something wicked circled around.
I saw the eyes of a beastie.
Its howling was a gruesome sound
Had a dog escaped from a pound
or from quarantine by a vet?
Its canine fangs became a threat
for this creature was a hellhound!
I quaked in fear and broke a sweat.
Deep despair, I began to fret
when deftly he started to climb.
From his drool, it must be mealtime.
Peed on myself; pants soaking wet!
Too young to die; not in my prime,
A ticking clock began to chime.
Can I be saved or tis my fate
to quench its thirst, its hunger sate?
I'm quickly running out of time!
He stares at me as if I'm bait.
My heart races with each pulsate,
hoping this is just a nightmare.
Open my eyes? I do not dare!
His snarling sounds much too irate.
I whispered in fervent prayer,
and slowly, I became aware
of something clawing at the beast,
and on his carcass he would feast.
'Twas the stench of a grizzly bear!
The sun was rising in the East
My brows, deeply furrowed and creased,
pondering the thought that remained,
one I have not yet ascertained...
what should matter the most, not least.
No answer that can be explained,
and no sense of it have I gained
as to why I slept in an oak,
and why my lips have never spoke
of the tree trunk that was bloodstained.
June 15, 2022
Tall Tales 3: Quintilla Fantasy Fiction Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
In ancient mythology the Apple is one of the most sacred trees. Symbolizing good health and future happiness. Since ancient times it has also been known as the 'Tree of Love' associated with Aphrodite, goddess of love.
Beneath the ancient moon the apple tree stands firm
dressed in clinging leaves and golden rays of night
Over by the garden where a ruby heart confirms
a tree trunk stands upheld by the crowning of the light
As stars of Eve appear with sparkling tails of every hue
the diamond shimmering mist of night, befalls
Drenching bark and branch with whisperings of I love yous
it stands still and listens, to a Nightingale's sweet call
This is the tree of love and here, love never dies
long after the giving, it remains attached
Blooming even in the thick of winter, I will now surmise
Mother Nature holds surprises, that we cannot unlatch.
"I start my day with wonder to go yonder."
~ J. G. Cuevas
Where can I find some ruby red?
Yonder, an apple tree that bled.
Where can I find some azure blue?
Yonder, the sky sheltering you.
Where can I find some olive green?
Yonder, the valley's grassy scene.
Where can I find some milky white?
Yonder, the full moon sheds its light.
Where can I find some yellow gold?
Yonder, the chickens run, behold.
Where can I find some tangerine?
Yonder, the setting sun is seen.
Where can I find some purple mauve?
Yonder, lavender's scented suave.
Where can I find some off-white cream?
Yonder, those cream cups bloom and gleam.
Where can I find some ebon black?
Yonder, that raven flying back.
Where can I find some rusty brown?
Yonder, that tree trunk rooting down.
Where can I find some blushing pink?
Yonder, that rose with salmon ink.
Creation colours mesmerize,
Yonder, Nature's vibrant surprise.
4th May 2023
For "Writing Challenge - 'Y' words" contest
Sponsor: Constance La France