Glistening wet scales
Reticulated pattern
Meander movements
The various versions:
1) The wind teased the waves, diffracting the civil twilight.
A crimson lily has shed some petals, staining the cobblestone path.
Thoughts meander among memories - a fresh headstone in the lee.
2) The gusty wind teased the waves, diffracting the civil twilight.
A red lily has shed some petals, staining the cobblestone path.
Thoughts meander among memories—a fresh headstone in the lee.
3) The gusty wind teased the waves,
diffracting the civil twilight.
A red lily has shed some petals,
staining the cobblestone path.
The sweeping meanders break free—
a fresh headstone in the lee.
I don’t mean to walk away, just to meander
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy your cander
But I refuse to hear your immoral pander
When it starts to mutate into wily slander
I just imagined something so much grander
Of myself than this unobservant bystander
But since your descent down to philander
You are no officer nor my commander
Does she even know your allergen to dander
Or that you love to cook with coriander
I don’t know how you can even stand her
So I hope you enjoy being goose to her gander
I’ll be thinking of someone else, while I meander…..
We meander off the beaten path,
A veritable sally,
Admiring the flight of lively swallows
Above the green vast valley.
Puffy white clouds form and reform,
Methinks, one looks like a galley.
The twittering birds in perfect harmony,
Look like a rally.
Sheep graze here and there,
How lovely to be able to dilly dally.
We find some rest beneath a shady willow
And steal a kiss from my pretty Sally.
One Kiss? What a poor show,
Finally, I could not keep the tally.
Enchanted and happy,
We just meander back to our alley.
The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame.
Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame.
I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence.
At first, faint flares, yet before long propel us.
Utterly, we were talented to a calm rumble.
I was interested in the brilliant shade fettle.
Applauds such warm and compassionate eyes.
I don't cognize how you'll harm me in disguise.
Love sprouts as auld as the roses bloom in June.
The gathering happiness under the halcyon moon.
The people of yore wrote in regards to romance.
We were unable to strive to conceal our happiness.
The fire was quenched by nightfall.
Relics degraded to an opulent sprawl.
Written: October 22, 2021
I meandered up the snaky path
winding sinuous to summit.
Climbing was an easy course
when the grade ascended
in baby-steps, on and on, gradual.
Once I started to climb,
the summit was never in view.
Ahead, only the next bend.
A script of twists and turns
around the slope of scenes
on way to culmination.
Having made it to the lookout
the valley lay spread out before me.
There I saw the river snaking
across its flood plain,
meandering.
No slope to climb.
No need to wind.
Yet the mighty river chose
the gradual snaky path,
meandering
to realization,
of destination
out of view.
know a commander
who does like to meander
throws under hander
Jim Horn
Unhampered by daunting perfection
Not given to much introspection
Contented with idle reflection
I wander in aimless direction.
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Contest: Form 'M' Monorhyme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th
© 17th April, 2017
Spring blooms dance where warm breezes sigh
As butterflies roam where lilacs lie
Clouds meander in the vast blue sky
As a bird's sweet melody echoes by
4/16/17
Streams may meander to the sea
The way your love trickles to me.
Not the way I like it to be -
I need waterfalls, you see.
4/12/2017
For contest M-Monorhyme
The river kicks up its heels in swinging sway and lilt.
Winding downstream in a sinuous snaking stream bed it built
By eroding outer bends, building up its inner bends with silt
Defying the straight and easy path, which like a flippant lover it jilt
I walk through the fields of butterflies and start to feel ROSY,
I think of all the s p l e n d o r in my life and I begin to MOSEY-
As I see the little girl pick medallions I start to get NOSY,
so I m e a n d e r towards her and hand her a colorful POSY.
For M-Monorhyme Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
April 12, 2017
If I let my mind meander -
like a river backwards through time -
past rocks and turbulent waters
and also through the calm times
when the surface of that river was smooth as glass -
I go further back to a time
when my life flowed like a stream,
less complex and rolling on with hope.
Always, though, I end up at the source -
at that place of splendid sweetness
where the water was a clear fresh spring
bursting forth to feed the passion
of a glorious waterfall.
And always I remember you, sweet darling,
as the shimmer of the sunlight
on that fresh and sparkling mountain spring.
April 2, 2017
For More To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Went To Meander
Marjory Wentworth went to meander;
Took a gander and had to hand her
My poems that with me I did tote
Then she grabbed me by my throat;
No more of my poems can she endure.
James Horn
Marjory Wentworth is Poet Laureate
of South Carolina where poems are
always finer so she said.
-- ~ --
I meander past a rippling stream
my hair blowing in the wild wind.
Was that my name being called?
Did it sigh,
in the tangled trees?
I swirl, twirl to bird sounds,
my name but an echo-
MOTHER where are you? Wait!
Wait, wait for me mother!
But only silence sighs in the trees.
I am running, searching, weeping-
Waking in a hospital bed
lost in a sea of pain,
gasping, struggling to breathe.
Moaning- asking how long,
how long was I lost in this dream?
________________________
Re-write from July 12, 2012
(the dream lingers)
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