Shadows Of The Valley
Shadows of the Valley
creatures of the dark pitted dome
scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally
without souls—pod like, they roam
throughout forests assiduously marled
awoken from the darkest depth
twigs and branches splayed and snarled
shadows of the valley doyennes adept
distracting sheaves as straws
spewing dirt they bask in
on battered brain gnaws
Taken in is florescent energy
of the soldiers asleep wondering lost
deep
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Categories:
marshes, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
Butterflies and Marshes Mellow
I vividly remember my childhood days,
we had a small garden,
in which we grew marsh mallow,
butterflies would sit on them.
Moment I woke up, I would run to them,
to see how many flowers had bloomed
Oh! The exquisite beauty of colourful butterflies sitting on them,
it would give me immense joy.
I would often gently caress them,
smell them, even
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Categories:
marshes, 10th grade, emotions,
Form: Free verse
In the Mellow Marshes
In the mellow marshes
where butter flies abound,
a lot of curious critters here
are running all around.
Some jitter bugs are here with us.
Their music drives us nuts.
The grass hoppers – kung fu friends of theirs -
hop so dang high, they kick everybody’s butts.
Those butter flies that populate the marshes,
they look so pretty flitting in the sun.
But yikes!
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Categories:
marshes, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Butterflies and Marshes Mellow
When I look into your eyes
Butterflies I see
What a wonderful surprise
Butterflies are free
Like the dawning day’s gestation
Warms the willing wistful breast
Rising waves of expectation
Race to meet my fawning best
In the marsh a mellow feeling
Magnifies the morning yeast
Virgin lips are finally sealing
Summer’s supple sumptuous feast
Now the butterflies resplendent
Multiply in dreams of light
Promises to keep
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Categories:
marshes, desire, emotions, feelings, first
Form: Rhyme
Butterflies and Marshes Mellow
I dreamt I was a butterfly
Dressed up in pink and white
I flew over a field of marshes mellow
And sprinkled clouds of white
Enchanting them into butterflies.
A field of butterflies we were
Of pretty pink and white
Till the sun came out and ran about
Melting us back to marshes mellow.
I woke up with a flying start
And caught a glimpse
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Categories:
marshes, butterfly, dream,
Form: Free verse
Walking On Marshes
fog covered salt marsh
duck hunters tread cautiously
fiddler crabs scurry
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Categories:
marshes, imagery, nature,
Form: Haiku