Fog over the inlet
until water and air waltz together.
colds ears muffled by the dank air.
Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary.
The ocean is close
you can feel the tidal pull of it
the immensity of it,
even through the thick haze
it seems to tug at my small boat.
I hear now, the distant screaking
of coastal gulls.
Trawling fingers in the dark water
mellifluent coils pluck and pull.
Later, sitting in the cabin
I wonder why I did not push
further out from the estuary
advancing towards
the deep sound of the breakers.
I yawn, sup some hot tea from a mug,
smile,
comfortable,
that's the reason -
way too comfortable.
Categories:
mellifluent, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I see the moon shining bright,
twinkling stars light up the sky,
on this pleasant summer night,
filled with passing firefly's.
I hear the crickets sing with glee,
the frogs join in the chorus too,
with mellifluent melody,
they raise their voices in dulcet tunes.
I feel a breeze encircle me,
with it's warm and welcome arms.
The whole earth seems to be at ease,
I love the night and all it's charms.
Categories:
mellifluent, appreciation, nature, night,
Form: Rhyme
Clustered cactus trees sprawling, reclining in the summer heat
where agile pollinators dart among gorgeous silky blooms.
Day by day the prickly pear fruit swell and mature.
Already the mind conjures visions of red,
magenta, pink, yellow and white.
thriving on spring rain
deep-rooted fantasy
mellifluent desires
Experience has shown that the best time to pick prickly pears
is early morning before the sun’s rays become too hot.
A steady half turn with thumb and forefinger
gently releases the ripened fruit.
The bucket soon fills up.
dewy prickly pears
at break of day
impotent thorns
Rinsed under running water, the fruit waits to be disrobed.
Both ends of each fruit are cut off with a sharp knife,
followed by a long vertical slice along its body.
The thick skin is then peeled back, the
fleshy coloured fruit revealed.
prickly pears
in a glass bowl
naked temptation
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Contest: “Haibun”
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
©17th July, 2017
Categories:
mellifluent, desire, fruit,
Form: Haibun
O! My love, come lie on my lap;
And tell your besot stories…
Q! Frozen breeze, come tickle us;
And lilt your mellifluent songs.
We are roses in Venus’s garden;
And our souls are honeyed pollens.
We would seize every moments;
And really see it…live it and inure it.
Dear! Death may swipe our bodies;
But snarl betwixt souls are perennial.
Remember and lilt the song again;
Love is perennial but life is ephemeral.
Categories:
mellifluent, boyfriend, passion, philosophy, sad
Form: Classicism