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Two fifteen-year-olds stood in a dark hotel parking lot.
Laughing teenagers passed with their dates, to their cars.
The pair stood, awaiting her parents -
she, in a shiny, pink, satin dress, a corsage,
and a gold chain tracing a meandering path on her smooth neck,
he, in a crazy tuxedo,
and a strange garment - a cummerbund.
Earlier, clumsily, unnerved, and threatened by a huge concentration
of alien creatures, that is, fellow teenagers,
he had tried to navigate a new kind of obstacle course,
at one point, emulating something called a dance.
Her curves gracefully undulated,
stretching the fabric of her dress.
He hadn't talked much that night.
Now, in the dark, away from the crowd,
he spoke,
placing his hands around her waist,
and feeling, through slippery fabric,
something entirely new,
wonderful and real.
I wore fear
like a winding sheet,
leaving behind trails
of dead dreams
I held hope in my hands
and weeping, it slid
through my fingers
evaporating to naught
I undulated to music
praying for redemption
within the passage,
I was left bereft, still, taciturn
but by relinquishing velleity
into the firmament,
and smashing my glass heart
for the loves' of my life
I've begun to believe
in miracles again,
I am finding the way
that comforts my soul
A shimmering
lavender light,
shines with serenity
burns out the fear
and builds a blaze of hope,
by loving without doubt
the whips of regret
are now unmoving
fires have been stoked,
this mystery now has élan
I am flesh, reborn out
and into this life, once again.
The forest was lush green and dripping of moss and rain,
Glittering glass streams meandered past dark foliage and trees;
And wild flowers dropped their petals into the water,
Where they drifted down waterfalls into sapphire blue lakes.
I listened deeply to the rippling water kissing the wet rocks,
And the forest was loudly chirping and breathing and beckoning me;
Then I heard my name being called from a faraway place,
It undulated in the tangled branches and whispered on the wind.
The voice called my name over and over and I ran towards it,
My sobbing a loud moaning wail lost in the vast forest and streams;
And it was dark night, the blue sky had withered away,
The stars trembled as I ran through the maze, calling out for mother . . .
Then, I awoke, weeping.
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November 4, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Fragmented Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 11-517-299-04
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La FRance
Submitted to the Premier contest, Mid August 2018
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 2018
Fourth Place
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Featured poem - February 23, 2014
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Written for the contest, Poem of the Week,
Sponsor, Poet Destroyer, Judged 2013
Honourable Mention
From the yonder hazy horizon,
the blue hills undulated gently
down the emerald gradient
of the rhythmic rolling waves
of the luring landscape,
that carved the contours
of the charming hamlet,
where my endearing home
was once cradled in its cauldron,
nurturing me in the beguiling bounty
of the mesmeric nature.
The fairy flotilla of the cotton cloud,
making pristine celestial panorama,
slid silently with scenic flair
upon the curved canvas
of the cerulean sky,
where my childhood joy soared
to great heights of ebullience
with the colorful kites,
I loved so much to fly.
A gleaming stream of susurration,
gliding with melodic grandeur
with glistening liquid pearls of elegance,
flowed with the flamboyant facade
of silvery splendor of grace,
flowing through the verdant vale,
that bedecked our sprawling house
with an ornate garland,
made of embracing loop
of mesmerizing meander.
At scarlet sunrise hours,
on its rippling aureate water,
passing me by with alluring rhythm,
l sailed the paper boats,
laced with rainbow ribbons,
that floated with fascinating finesse,
wobbling in the current’s tortuous trail.
On these to a distant unknown dreamland,
I imagined my mariner mind sail unbound,
suffused with the teenage trance.
The boats disappeared to nowhere
with the receding ebb of the lost time,
within the cloudy cleft of memory.
In those adorable tender moments,
gone by like the autumn breeze,
I now live lonesome in winter twilight
with my inner child.
The infantile images deeply engraved
in the fossilized young mind,
trampled by the footsteps
that have walked me so far,
on the transcendent topography of life,
lie buried defaced under the dust of time.
Now, at the edge of the falling night,
I reminisce as I walk the last mile,
follow the outline of the faint footprint trail,
taking me to the end of time,
where I miss my childhood landscape.
Piece by piece he began to fall apart,
Time wasn’t bringing what he needed,
Hope wasn’t opening any doors for him,
It was a carousel of unmet desires.
He reached out for help,
Excuses and disappointments towed the lines,
Held in his little corner,
He couldn’t launch out.
His mind wasn’t helping matters,
It was a sea of turbulence,
A road that undulated and meandered,
A room of recalcitrant nights.
Fighting incessant battles wearied him,
Monsters were often at his window,
He was living on the edge,
Tomorrow wasn’t an excitement.
He poured his sorrows into his writings,
He let them out of his chamber,
He wished they could fly to distant lands,
Probably tomorrow would bring sunshine.
April 12, 2024.
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown"...Quote by - Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( from his writings)
From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills blue
undulated down the emerald landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic waves rolling in view.
Its contours carved for my hamlet its shape,
where once was cradled my endearing home,
in the bounty of beguiling nature I was agape.
The fairy flotilla of cotton clouds would roam,
making pristine celestial scene soaring high
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean dome.
With the wind whistling across the azure sky,
my childhood joy soared to a great height
with the colorful kites I loved so much to fly.
A silvery stream glided with sparkling delight,
surging with the glistening charm of liquid pearl,
flowed with the flamboyant facade so bright.
On its rippling water outside the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinged with colors of rainbow.
I saw these glide wobbling in the current’s curl.
On these to a distant fantasy land I didn’t know,
but imagined immersed within teenage dream,
my unbound mariner mind would someday go.
The boats and kites from obscurity I can’t redeem,
for with the receding ebb the sands of time flee
beyond the horizon sinking with the sunset gleam.
Those childhood moments have deserted me,
in twilight hours the child within me I still see.
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October 2, 2022
Contest : Writing Challenge-Past Memories-"T" Forms
Sponsored by : Constance La France
To find solace from misty tides that curve,
In low beats gently weaving their way
Along the coastline where our town rests:
This aging lake I knew as a girl
Is now draped with crumpled lily pads,
Against night’s advancing shade. I heave…
Yet, the clear music of waves endure
All trespasses from environ's care;
Chanting the legends of time's folklore
Much like a rhapsody warbling stories
Passed from one era to the next:
This water- bend filled with salt of love, death
As I listen to its undulated psalms---
Still beautiful in a wilting habitat,
Knowing my lake resides in my inner world.
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END JULY PREMIERE CONTEST OF Brian Strand
From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills painted blue
undulated down the emerald copious landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic waves that cascaded still into my view.
Its curling contours carved for my hamlet a serene shape,
That once cradled my endearing home in quiet milieu
in the bounty of the beguiling nature that made me agape.
The fairy flotilla of cotton clouds I would see roam,
make the mesmeric celestial panorama framed high
upon the seamlessly curved canvas of the cerulean dome.
With the serenading winds whistling in the sapphire sky,
my childhood ebullience soared secretly to a great height,
followed the winding trails of the colorful kites I loved to fly.
A silvery stream glided with the sparkle of delight,
surging joy with the shimmering allure of liquid pearls,
flowed blissfully with the flamboyant façade forever so bright.
On its rippling waters swirling within the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinted with all the rainbow colors,
saw fascinated these glide away wobbling in the current’s curl.
These sailed to a distant fantasy land, where I didn’t know,
I imagined entranced by the charm of infantile dreams,
on these spectacular boats my mariner mind would someday go.
From obscurity all these boats and kites I can’t redeem,
for in the twilight zone with dust of time they’ve disappeared
beyond the horizon that is sinking now with the dusky gleam.
The fondest childhood memory hasn’t yet deserted me,
for crossing all the signposts in my walk of the last mile
in the glitter of the sunset hours the child in me I still see.
From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills tinged blue
undulated down the emerald luxuriant landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic waves that rolled into my view.
Its contours carved for my hamlet its serene shape,
where once was cradled my endearing home
in the bounty of beguiling nature that made me agape.
The fairy flotilla of the cotton clouds I would see roam,
make a mesmeric celestial panorama framed high
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean dome.
With the serenading wind whistling in sapphire sky,
my childhood ebullience soared to a great height,
following the trail of the colorful kites I loved to fly.
A silvery stream glided with the sparkle of delight,
surging with the shimmering allure of liquid pearls,
flowed with the flamboyant façade ever so bright.
On its rippling water fringing the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinted with the rainbow colors,
and saw these glide wobbling in the current’s curl.
To a distant fantasy land, waiting where I didn’t know,
I imagined entranced by the charm of infantile dreams,
on these boats my mariner mind would someday go.
From obscurity all these boats and kites I can’t redeem,
for in twilight zone with dust of time they’ve disappeared
beyond the horizon that is sinking in the dusky gleam.
The fondest childhood memory hasn’t yet deserted me,
in the glitter of sunset hours the child in me I still see.
The forest was lush green and dripping of moss and rain,
Glittering flowing streams meandered past dark foliage and trees;
And wild flowers dropped their petals into the water,
Where they drifted down waterfalls into sapphire blue lakes.
I listened deeply to the rippling water kissing the wet rocks,
And the forest was loudly chirping and breathing and beckoning me;
Then I heard my name being called from a faraway place,
It undulated in the tangled branches and whispered on the wind.
The voice called my name over and over and I ran towards it,
My sobbing a loud moaning wail lost in the vast forest and streams;
Then,it was dark night, the blue sky had withered away,
The stars trembled as I ran through the maze . . .
Then, I awoke . . . weeping.
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November 4, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Tangled Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 13-1013-771-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest,
Mid April 2019 Premiere Contest,
sponsor, Brian Strand
Sixth Place