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There are vague paintings in the sky-canvas;
Rainbow specks and flecks are ruggedly mixed.
Chased by the moon, does the sun seem anxious?
Towards dubieties, are our minds fixed?
Ghosts of blossoms dance in tree silhouettes;
Lavas of gemstones flow with crystal streams.
Lakes cradle pale leaves within their wavelets;
Nocturnals move, as though for war, in teams.
The sky has put on celestial costumes;
Are Cherubim on an earthly venture?
Tombs resemble luxurious greenrooms;
Daughters of Dusk hover in dark grandeur.
Must gold and crimson fade to starlit gloom?
What velvet shade weaves nature's transient loom?
After the misty snow, with the sun’s Aurelian caress,
Men get out of their homes to feel the kiss of the early beams
The air is now resonant with avian chatter.
Jungles echo the joys of untrammelled life,
As birds and animals have reclaimed their space
There is a newness as sprouts appear on every tree.
Daffodils and tulips push through the crust of the earth.
Their delicate petals unfold one by one,
As the breeze at dawn nudges them flirtatiously.
Fields of wildflowers stretch endlessly.
Oh, what a beatific lovely sight!
Verdant leaves flutter in sweet murmurs
Which can be heard only by attentive ears.
The wind too sings a sweet serenade.
The creek that flows down the hill with grace
Makes a sweet dulcet sound.
A chant builds amid the wavelets of the stream.
Life comes alive as musical incantations flow out,
From the open beaks of the cuckoo and the thrush.
Do you hear as I do the serenade of nature?
The warbling of birds, the murmur of winds
The babbling of the brooks, the sound of the soft landing
Of delicate dew drops on the stretching meadows.
As I listen to the symphonies of lovesome spring
My soul dances like a dew drop on a rose petal.
Dragonflies practice their ballet
Tendering aflutter their cordial invites
Where nymphs and faeries play
A playful shimmer of glistening ripples
Mirrors of gilded sunlight enchantment
In a universe of magic and serenity
A microcosm of enticing fantasy
A hint of underwater wonderland
Looking on at wavelets quivering
Graceful baby mermaids clone
Under waterlilies that float unfurled
adrift soaking up afternoon rays
Idle with zenlike inspiration
Revelling with flair finesse
Inducing a meditative state
A replica of eden’s garden
Where freedom is a gift
Offered on a ray of sunshine
Published in my photo/poetry book ~WATERLILY GARDEN~ 2019
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2025
Submitted on September 5, 2019 for N/A THE DAY AWAY sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 2ND
There’s beauty in the midnight feathers of a black swan so divine,
as euphoria illuminates s t a i n e d sanctuaries~
where stars long to drown in your still train of thoughts,
for there’s a p o e m ruffling through lakes of ancient runes,
too d a r k for the blind who refuse to see beyond color,
amidst the swirl of sorcery… emanating magical wavelets of strength,
to stand out in a world of dwelling dullness..
Remember, life goes on, with or without
the veil of validation..
You’re more than a silhouette on a blank page….
I see through those scratched windows
of your sunless eyes,
where manipulative monsters
make a foolish king out of your soul,
whilst morals of yesterday’s
drown in poisoned puddles
of contaminated cruelty.
Yet we still hope celestial roots of eden
would sprout through barren grains of time,
as hostile hands weave paper petunias,
to color them in shades of shallow shadows,
which glimmer amongst salmon skies,
enveloped in airy blue lace.
Perhaps, a touch of an empath may
reawaken the light of life that has been
dimmed within the fogs
of your narcissistic ego.
Or maybe there will never be a release
nor a remedy to relieve your
lethal fangs clutching my breathless lungs,
constantly feeding me infected fruits on the
furnace of malevolent magnanimity.
But, I’m no longer the naive target that
falls victim to every shimmering knife you throw,
aiming to blind me with your crystal color coated trickeries.
So take all your weapons wielded
of manipulative mantras~
forged from the hells of insecurities.
I am not the mistress meant only to move
in motions of your designed gravity.
I am earth and fire,
more than skeleton and scent.
I am stronger than every storm I’ve sailed through,
when sinister seas screamed in angst.
One day you’ll realize my kindness
was never a weak vessel to be misused~
whenever your greediness finds the need to
steal wings for your own malicious delight.
Let’s go where sheets of sea glide over sand,
Scattering foamy blossoms at our feet,
And ardent rays shall wounds of winter mend,
Like suture needles closing warm day’s bleed.
We’ll bare pallid skin to palm shadows’ arms,
Open light-starved mouths to drink wavelets’ spark,
And sated, chorus for tanned seabirds’ psalms,
Through gold sprays let our naked spirits lark.
When moonbeams descend to Sol’s embers glaze,
Shall we then hibernate in sunburned air,
And to sandaled Sirius lift our gaze,
Whilst crickets sing of two runaways’ dare?
O, we’ll stay when far winds have weary grown,
Still at large in a season not our own.
Bias lurks beneath our outward veneer, unaware.
It hinders our sight, raising unseen walls.
None without exemption is prone to bias.
It is natural and it creeps into our minds, unseen.
Like the ripples of a silent stream, it causes wavelets,
Shaping our views from a distorted angle,
Limiting our sight into fleeting glimpses, partial and blur.
We should be able to see through the veil of our bias.
Perception must be a slow, steady and focused process,
And never a hurried one like that of a racing sprinter.
Develop a more inclusive approach and an open mind
Confront our biases with courage and perseverance
Enfold diversity with threads unique but blending as one.
It is in our differences, we find our true strength.
With deeper perspectives, we become more humane.
Let us accommodate truth within mind’s every fold.
Let us make alliance with all colors, cultures and creeds.
Embrace each as fellow beings of every country and clime.
Erase bias and in harmony, let our lives take wing!
Sadly, the weight of my conditioning holds me tight,
Preventing me from taking flight and soaring high.
Oh God, I pray to make me rid of all unconscious bias.
Help me see the light and awaken me to the power within.
Guide me towards truth that sets me free from all bias.
Then? What then?
What about the
Bare legs
Seeking address
Wait. Be a snail.
Then the hours
Began undressing
And then?
Wait.
No unleashed
Impulses.
The earth tilts
Towards the sun
Here in India
Dusk thickens
In California
Legs in line
Mostly bare
For the dancing hall
Sea and seagulls
Some vultures too
Mingled with the
Moneylenders
Waves and wavelets
Tipsy and tottering
Hard orange pieces
In pursuit of
soft ones
Twilight in the bottle
Exuberance in deluge
Here the legs
And hands
Raise the curtain
Bread and butter
Poetry and Mathematics
Computers and
Greenfields
Fish and mutton
Then? And then?
Then? What then?
Written: October 11, 2023
As I Watch The Waves Crash Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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As I wait with anxiousness on the edge, I gaze.
As the capacious waves roll onto the shore to graze.
A fanciful caterwaul that is truly a show to behold
The wave of anticipation, the rising to withhold
Akin to a monitor of art, I scrutinize with reflection.
As billows rise, so do wavelets in diffraction.
Fluctuation of the sea, an imperious dance,
Panache and languid undulation—an idyllic prance
With each rippling perm and undulation,
Swell slyly spawns a spellbinding sensation
A seiche of emotions, a dance so divine,
As the curling waves rise and intertwine.
Lackadaisical they seem, in their languid flow,
Yet, their rippling aura is obvious—zeal on show,
With each rise and fall, their chimera is felt.
A clout of nature, a symphony to be dealt
Waves glisten and shine under sunlight beams.
Their corpulent dance is a kaleidoscope of gleams.
The desultory scene is painted in ultraviolet shades.
As they race toward the sky—in egregious glade,
Their sheer life flows and surges with every beat.
Their knack for clearing the way left me discrete.
The wave dance is both aesthetic and daring.
A narrative is hidden, deflective, and bearing.
As the seas beat up against the jagged rocks.
It fluctuates with a chorus of cursive flocks.
A pulse occurs that ripples through the air.
A sleek waltz lures me in and leaves me there.
As I spot waves spinning—I feel idyllic at peace.
A concise reprieve—an aura of release
Froths flex and frame in a fellifluous flow.
Borough bears betwixt breakers beat and blow.
Liquid gold flowing forth
setting fire to all seen before
sands of the beach become burnt orange
fire dances on wavelets of aqua blue
scent peaches upon your hair
as it stirs in flowing breeze
lightly it caresses across my face
as you stand so near to me
burning sun sinks into the waves
golden clouds the smoke of its flames
blue of sky darkens and fades
as summer day fades away
footsteps taken once young and sure
on the sands so pure and white
as we walked in morning light
together going into the day
cries of gulls as they fly away
fire dancing upon their wings
departing into the dark of night
from our vision they fade away
much too soon the day shall end
flame of sun will then depart
sight shall fade from our eyes
and into the darkness we’ll enter in
and my arms once so sure and strong
encircle you standing close to me
as you stumble with unsure steps
now our youth long fled away
waves do crash on beach of sand
carrying then our footsteps away
of our travels in this day
and our memories soon fade away
Fragrance of the enchanted flowers vibrates
on the tapestry of wings of floating butterfly.
On the silence of air gentle oscillations travel,
meeting the unfurled petals of yearning abloom.
Tender southern breeze slithers on the river,
wavelets of water carry fluid desire to the banks
to engrave liquid imprint of the vibrant flow,
etched on the face of still time to be preserved.
Your song flies on the wings of the soaring bird,
echoes in my heart as ether tune in cerulean sky.
Dancing on rhythmic melody of music of silence,
rhapsody resonates with the cadence of my soul.
Flowing on the cascade of life,
I dream, seeking the bay of bliss,
therefore, I am ripple.
January 5, 2019
Contest : Completely Your Choice (43) Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand