Three sister winds,
Ephemeral progeny,
Spawned by the sun's relentless
But passionless heat,
And the earth's inexorable
Grinding rotation:
Sirocco dances across the vast emptiness of the Sahara;
Mistral roams over the rolling plains and briny lagoons
Of the French Camargue;
Santa Ana, mistress of the paradoxical
Lush aridity of Southern California.
Solitary nomads these three siblings,
Never meeting,
Rarely resting,
Always appearing unannounced,
Creating with cold dispassion,
Then leaving in their wake,
Their own ephemeral progeny:
Summits and trenches,
Hills and valleys,
Crags and craters.
Sad reminders of their brief visits
And lonely passing.
Continually shifting,
Eternally sifting,
Maternally treasuring,
Methodically measuring,
As if carefully counting each precious grain
In the sands of time.
Categories:
maternally, nature, wind,
Form: Free verse
wither
away not
to thee gifts reason
of art
wingless dove bestilled
on halfpace empyreal thy breast behooves
thee further
o'er yond clingiest fairgrounds
moor dawning flora
promising showboat sanctifying lightness
up from their beds and
to their feds and down
to their peds
all the same maternally presence clement
intimate cavernous fire claimants contest
a fleeting gesture
of unattainable love
Categories:
maternally, analogy, bird, endurance, hurt,
Form: Suzette Prime
I cut my flowers too short.
My billowing, green vase drowning their maternally short stems
and never-blooms.
Within a week’s time, (and I know this)
The leaves I neglected to p l u c k
Will be rotting and browning under the confines of a vase half-full —
too full.
Although, (I must defend myself)
I filled my swelling, green vase prior to my mistake,
So the water is truly–
technically–
The perfect amount of fullness.
Nonetheless, (as I cannot regrow stems)
I place my mistake in the middle of the kitchen island.
My bloating, green vase standing stoutly against its prepackaged blooms.
But, again, (and I know this)
Within a week’s time,
The rot and browning from a vase half-full —
too full
Will seep into my flowers maternally short stems and never-blooms,
Causing my flowers to wither and d
r
o
o
p
Long before they are meant to.
Categories:
maternally, allegory, analogy, mother,
Form: Free verse
Breathtaking (an Acrostic)
Beauteous, majestic mountain peaks
Regally reach to rendevous with an indigo sky
Evergreens maternally envelope
A cool placid lake
Tall timbers bow in a gentle embrace
Heralding geese fly overhead
Tiny wild-flowers rub their eyes to wake
A lonely loon is heard echoing it's lullaby
Kissing in the dawn hello
In celebration of a perfect day
Natures blueprints to a
Gallery of splendor.....
Categories:
maternally, beauty, nature, , Lullaby,
Form: Acrostic
i listen to the silent sounds of nothing
the orchestra is the best of all
i makes me feel like really doing something
i think i'll probably give my dad a call
i listen to the silent sounds of nothing
i clap and then i yell for an encore
it makes me feel like really doing something
i guess i'll check on my big sister more
i look at moon with her eyes a aglow
she looks at me maternally as she is ashamed
i look back at miss moony queen and simply give a shoulder shrug
i one thing on my mind right now is giving Mom a hug
i listen to the silent sounds of nothing
the grand finale take me to the sky
it makes me feel like really doing something
i call my half sis up and then say 'Hi'
Categories:
maternally, absence, conflict, confusion, family,
Form: Rhyme
mother nurturing
love maternally unique
precious gift of life
Categories:
maternally, birth, giving, life, love,
Form: Haiku
Autumn arrives as dark nights draw in,
Changing the landscape from Summer's green trim
In shades of gold, red and purple brown,
Falling leaves dying on sodden ground
Freshly bedecked in shades of golden hues
and flame flaring reds of one's and two's
Her hazel curls assume autumnal tones,
Wind lashed by whirling dropped pine cones,
Dishevelled, she shelters against damp blackened walls
As her tattered patchwork apparel about her falls
Nearby a leaf choked fountain no longer spurts
As squirrels and stoats hide in her skirts
Gathering her wayward children and twig sculptured pet
She scurries across harvested fields,
maternally driven and feeling bereft.
Categories:
maternally, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Sorrowful kisses
Placed on a tearful cheek
Flushed with pain and sadness
Comforting arms
Embrace a quivering body
Left shaking with fear and loneliness
Sympathetic words
Caress throbbing ears
As the cries of heartache echo within
Gentle hands
Wipe weeping eyes
That no longer behold
The beauty of ones self-worth
A hopeful smile
Given to a once laughing face
Which now only frowns
With despair and confusion
Understanding silence
Given to impart empathy and love
As only a mother can do
To mend a daughter’s first heartbreak
Categories:
maternally, daughter, emotions, first love,
Form: I do not know?
the mad doctored relationship of a child of trust
is seen in the I's (eyes) of a parental giver
these words are spoken by the maternally dead
and will haunt the crying caregiver till she is swollen and rotting
come away with me sun
for my eyes see needles
with liquid fill carriages riding from
the outside door ways
and to be fill not inside of the room of Patience (patients)
POISON! I am screaming
he will not here me
the mob of words are safe and soft
he will not here (hear) me
but he knows or cares not of the danger
of many in white coats
who dislike our being and see no souls in our skins
i have lost and found my eyes
seeing the nurse playing with the autoclave
knowing she knows not of my medical training
of Procurement of do's and don'ts
and now, knows
why the mad bird sings
she sings, for only, her own soul will here her crying
in a Gothika state of mind...
(Gothika (film quote)
Chloe: You have no idea how it feels not to be trusted.
Miranda: You've got to trust me too, Chloe
Chloe: You can't trust someone who thinks you're crazy.
Categories:
maternally, black african american, caregiving,
Form: I do not know?
Follow
Right path
Walk
Do not run
Maternally
Given strength
We'll get hurt
You will learn
Complications
Simplified
The world spins
Re-cycle
Never shifting
Boring
Just to think
All will end
Higher
Looking down
Shaking fingers
Holding dreams
Forward once
Back thrice
Relationship trends
Lacking
Find out
Secrets
Giving up
Mentally
Horrendous
Tired strength
Purposely always
Pessimistic
Bouts of
Happiness
Black and blue
Constellations
Nighty night
I love stars
~Reecie
Categories:
maternally, nostalgia, peace,
Form: Free verse
Billions of journeys round a fiery eye
This watery celestial traveler made.
Untiring, spiraling route through the sky
Always returned from yearly crusades.
She carried her children on top her back
And nurtured their needs until they have grown.
Some may have suffered; those may have cracked
But never through any fault of her own.
Forever and always maternally
This wondrous, aging beauty shall remain
Our source of life atmospherically.
Through time and space her dimensions attained
Despite her journeys she managed to bring
Her gifts: summer, autumn, winter and spring.
Categories:
maternally, mother, seasonsmay,
Form: Sonnet