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The Lady in the Mist
In a land where memories are lost within a heartbeat
Where all of your dreams and imagination find retreat
Somewhere between a glimpse, what is lost, what is real
Drawing you closer into a realm, distant echoes so surreal
In a forest forgotten, ghostly dense fog, cascading mist
Deep shrouded foliage, solemn effigies, something amiss
Moonlight shadows, mystical dance, light shining through
Moisture droplets kissing forest floor, glistening morning dew
In this place, time has no meaning
Forgotten lands, love lost gleaning
Void between reality and dream realm
All of your senses, truly overwhelmed
A mystical world to you and I
Lost within the blink of an eye
Imagination hold no bounds
In what each corner rounds
A strange entity seemingly floats amongst the trees
As if there were a ballerina dancing within the breeze
Though you see very little, just a silhouette in the mist
Drawn to an enchantment, a beauty you cannot resist
Walking a path that lies before you, unfamiliar steps
Pausing, wondering, what lies beneath it’s depths
An image once again appears, in one gasping breath
Phantasmal entity lost somewhere between life and death
Grappling with your mind, and what your eyes truly sees
A casual encounter, your intuition undeniably disagrees
In a instant, just a whisper, shadows take on new forms
Awakening your senses, within your internal thunderstorms
Lost in this prism, fear grips your body and your very soul
You amass some courage, confidence loosing all control
This strange entity that now seems to be, then no longer there
Vanishing into the abyss, leaving you confused and unaware
She is just the lady in the mist
Guiding you, to what lay amidst
Merely a shadow of days past
Perhaps a lost love, never to last
ORGANICS
unusually seen
showcased
structures
installed
as a
visual agendas
so
intriguing
a reminiscent
meander
in provocative
ideas
that intersect
to be preserved
educate
&to interact with
the creative
a
minimalist
feeling of being
an
empty space
sans awareness
emanating
from
traces of sans
the invisible
everywhere
then
to disappear.
silent
as
layered light
translucent
thru a
glass window
so organic &
surprising
a kaleidoscope
of the unfamiliar
remnants of
tapestries
revered
&futuristic
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
AT A FAIR
Me! The team leader of group of just four,
ventured enthusiastic to explore,
open large unfamiliar fair ground,
walking, wandering, running all round.
Among the siblings between
eleven and sixteen,
I was the boldest,
being the oldest,
acted as competent guide,
leading for Ferris wheel-ride.
On vertical whirling, I feel too scared
So, rest three boarded, I have not dared.
Wheel started revolving accelerating speed.
Something sinister pricked my sixth sense to bleed.
Time scheduled was five minutes only.
I was watching controlling heart beats coolly.
Time up, yet the wheel continued its motion
Worried spectators went crazy in commotion.
Being bewildered I had to repent.
My younger siblings! I had sent.
Automatic switch -off went wrong, whom to blame?
At last quick maneuvering solved problem.
Henceforth whirling wheel was forced to stand still.
Sudden trauma was chased by zeal and thrill.
03/17/19
First Place
'At A Fair' Contest by Julia Ward.
Third Place
YOUR CHOICE (6) Contest by Brian Strand
My husband and I love to travel
And in cities we like to explore –
Museums and zoos
And places with views,
Plus gardens and markets galore.
We wander down street unfamiliar;
Try restaurants that we don’t know
And sometimes we chat
About where we’re all at
With some locals we’ll meet as we go.
Yet today, a few subway stops took us
To a cool park that we’d never seen
And I felt, I must say,
Just like we were away,
Getting out of our normal routine.
There are treasures so often forgotten
In the cities where we rest our heads
And we needn’t go far
To get to where they are
And still sleep in our own cozy beds!
As you graduate remember to thank your family,
who supported you on your journey to here;
so, recall them for they shared in all the agony,
smile with gratefulness when you hear that cheer !
You did it, yes you did and nothing can hold you back,
believe in yourself and every single day work hard;
this is your time to shine- so just keep on track,
have a plan but be flexible to let down your guard !
Yes, there will be some disappointments and failure,
learn the life lessons and try again, again and again;
there will be times when everything is unfamiliar,
be kind to all you meet and take time to find your Zen !
Amazing and wonderful things are just waiting for you,
develop goals but maintain an inner moral compass;
create a life where you drink from the cup of sky blue,
and ask the Lord for his blessing as you find your oneness !
______________________
April 2, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Graduation Blessing
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1343-458-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Graduation Blessing
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelly, Judged 04/07/2021
Second Place
While traveling along an unfamiliar path
I was caught off guard by your beauty
I stopped the Jeep to get a closer look
But noticed The Master was still on duty
I pondered at your color and fullness
Wondering why you had not yet been enjoyed
But saw Him drawing near to me
So quickly moved on to be totally annoyed
He came after me because He saw my heart
And said I could not have you as my own
You belonged to another gardener
Who chose to let you shine…ALONE!
He said I could have any of the fruit
Bagged and ready for the taking
I acted uninterested and aloof
But He knew…..
I wanted to give that tree a good shaking
I woke up from my dream and found my heart
Faltering at the sight of you
Oh, to have plucked and tasted your flesh
To have touched your morning dew
To have squeezed you to emptiness
And drown in the fruit of your soul
Coward, cowardly I am
How could I just turn and let you go
You are my Sodom and Gomorrah
And I have become a Pillar of Salt
You are the pleasure I can no longer look upon
My wanderings have seized and I am the fault
If your member offends you
Pluck it out
I wished to God I could gouge out my eyes
I pant for your form
I long to peel away your layers
And sink me teeth in what my flesh denies
To be blinded
Would do me no good
For I have seen the fulfillment of my desire
Your time of plucking has passed
And you remain a treasure on her tree
But, I alone, hold the secret of your fire
I will work the land
I will put my hand to the soil
And grow the passion that has been awaken
I am a slave bound to work
For the fruit of my labor assigned to the sloth
But the oil of my heart will never be taken
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-12-11
Note: I mixed this one up a bit. I hate making poetry behave. I want to see what the
message of my soul has to say. I can't do that if I stuff it in a frame and make it behave
in some form. I'm a verbal processor, so once I see what is going on in heart, I can deal
with the issue...and the last stanza sums it up. Sometimes intimacy isn't for the
enjoyment of the Love it produces but the passion that will produce more.
You deserve connections that don't require you to walk on fragile eggshells to reveal your heart,
where words flow freely like a mountain river, carrying truth and simplicity within them,
without needing to bend your soul into unfamiliar shapes just to protect egos,
and your inner peace to be an inviolable sanctuary, a place where your true self breathes freely.
You deserve connections where peace isn't sacrificed on the altar of unspoken expectations,
where dialogue is a dance of sincerity and mutual respect, without masks.
In this universe of open souls, you are a blossoming tree on the plain of freedom,
with roots deeply anchored in the soil of self-assurance, growing towards clear skies.
You deserve connections that don't ask you to distance yourself from your essence, to break from your core,
but which embrace you as you are, a mosaic of dreams, thoughts, and pure emotions,
where each encounter is a celebration of authenticity and self-discovery,
a place where souls meet in dances of light and shadows, sincere and free.
In this world of true connections, you are an explorer of the heart's depths,
traveling on oceans of understanding and compassion, not losing yourself, but rediscovering.
You deserve connections that fulfill you, that reflect you like a clear and pristine mirror,
where each conversation is a bridge of light between hearts, without distances or walls.
Between these verses flows a river of secret desires, a song of the liberated soul,
and in this uninterrupted flow of thoughts and emotions, you rediscover yourself, you find yourself anew.
I’ve never tasted Spam before
And don’t intend to do it,
Although, unless I try, I know
That I should not pooh-pooh it.
I wouldn’t even think of Spam,
The food that I am scorning,
If not for getting, on my phone,
A daily “Spam Risk” warning.
Some days it happens several times
From unfamiliar places,
Where spammers sit and make the calls
Behind their unseen faces.
I never answer if I see
That “Spam Risk” message blinking,
But just that word, you understand,
Provokes me into thinking.
Imagine on the other end,
A scammer with his planned pitch
Making calls all day while chomping
On his favorite canned Spam sandwich!
“Chased by the Fire”
the story
bald faced
is in front of us
all around the world, brutal
bridges are being burned
we watch with disbelief,
some of us seem to remember
familiar passages written, though
our experiences are quite unfamiliar
real time we escape
into our fragile dreams,
hallucinating through
perfumed smoke screens
we are comfortably
uncomfortable
ringing the bells
of our own chapters
writing our ethereal
burnt candy interpetations,
while others survive, baptised
in their harsh oceans
treading acrid smoke
across the water
swept away by
terrible rips in time
avoiding fins
heads above
the waterline, deeper
than a tide line
waving not sinking
Lahaina
visciously devoured
by the monster,
totally gone
children
looking for rainbows,
the church on the beach,
lost, looks on
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“A third of the earth was burned up,
a third of the trees were burned up,
and all the green grass was burned up.”
The Silence of a Library
David J Walker
Here is where I will live
Beyond the fear
of the coming death
And its imagined motif
Find me on 26th street
at the park with my friends on
a cool summer evening
laughing about the coming
unfamiliar days we fear
Some design their own white robes and
Gilded ropes braided around their waists
differentiating the
gender of cherubs
Some accept the silence and
the blackness of the nothingness
of not knowing
Some await the inevitable alternative universe
Created to suit the nature of the attendants
Some practice the celibacy and the silence of
The library with books to confirm their convictions
But we will play volleyball as the sunsets
And the temperature drops
The lights come on automatically
And we play until the dawn and
Fall asleep between the swing sets