A Saturday morning.
A peek of sun rays as indication,
And as usual
Birds chirp greetings as they pass by,
admiring MAMA as she sings along to
"Another day in paradise".
Mesmerised, Grandfather turns up the volume
on his antique radio.
A ghost smile plastered on his face
as he takes a sip of his African beer.
Oh, how peaceful those days were.
The days of our mothers and fathers
Dancing to "Burn out" by Sipho Mabuse.
Worry quivering
at the scent of peace depicted in the environment.
What a rayful day to envision such,
with fragments of nostalgia never had.
The footprints of an ant
as it trudges in the dust
The fluttering of leaves
stirred by a windy gust
A stratus cloud
silhouettes against the sky
There's a flock of coral red head brolgas
in casual formation as they fly
The stunning streak of rays
as the sunlight breaks the dawn
Signals that another magic day
once again has just been born
The billowing of large clouds
suggests an imminent storm
The arching of a rainbow
a constant structured coloured form
Ripples on the water
of a tiny bubbling stream
All these enchanting patterns of nature
mesmerised, time to rest, just daydream
When a door opens to a broken soul
And we take a peek inside,
We can see reflected the sort of pain
We often try to hide.
We can find ourselves in periods of time
Where all doors seem to close.
We did not bring this on ourselves
So we start to feel morose.
Just when we feel trapped and alone,
A slither of light is shone.
Mesmerised, we follow it...
A door opens. Just the one.
Only the door frame separates us
From the possibilities
Of where this open door leads to.
We feel excited, yet at ease.
A door opens to transition,
To the path leading ahead.
This opportunity is to embrace,
Though unknown, it's not to dread.
Take a breath. Then take a step
Through the open door.
Immerse yourself in your future
And the things that are in store...
But if for now the doors are closed
Then know this to be true,
It's when you're at your lowest point
A door opens for you.
Upon horizons running line, I gaze
Where heavens sky and sea connect
Creating a shoreline with perfect edge
My serenity to enjoy tranquil thoughts
Mesmerised standing on the brink
Upon heavens shoreline enjoy standing
your moment of concentration
has me mesmerised
I'm no longer a poet ~
just a fool with unuttered longing
this day already drew its close
but I can steady my weary gaze
settle it upon you
all but your beauty ebbs away ~
I look on with tired eyes
"lit by a match"
I'm half dreaming ~
my favoured state
and you
within arm's reach
as I drift aloft
caught between the shadows and smoke
that swirl together
one last time
Inspired by The Sulphur Match by John Singer Sargent
Contest: 2026-04-02 Write a beautiful Terza Rima
Sponsor: Constance la France
"An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day"
~ Henry David Thoreau
Walking under the dawning sun
Makes me feel fresh and energised,
The sunrise cannot be outdone ~
Golden pink hues leave me surprised,
The sky dancing in changing tones,
Watching it, I am mesmerised;
It increases my joy hormones,
All worries and grays fade away,
I'm no more feeling lazybones;
The dawn slowly melts into day,
And my morning stroll is finished,
The quiet scene, hope does convey;
Before the first light's diminished,
My inner fire is replenished.
“Dream as if you will live forever; Live as if you will die today.”
James Dean
Found Love at First Sight
I was in a café shop, staring, wondering.
Then I saw her outside the display window.
She was extremely beautiful.
She was looking at me, not moving.
I smiled, light like a silver cloud.
For a moment, I was mesmerised.
She seemed in a hurry. I invited her in.
We sipped our drinks, which I ordered.
We spoke about ourselves and about love.
It seemed there was an allurement between us.
Indecision could not resolve our attractions.
There was a dangerous spell between us,
Something we could not easily resolve.
Was there chemistry between us?
Something lingered, I put my hand on hers.
Had we a promise neither of us dared to name?
Then, between stolen yet long glances,
A world waited vast enough to enthral us.
She showed me her train ticket for the next day.
That day, she was mine. I cared not for the next day.
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He plays flute while passing my door :
Mellifluous tune welcomes
me just to respond song of path !
Harmonic cadence allures.
Mesmerised to break stagnancy.
Music of path resonates.
Mesmerised
by glowing hot coals
flickering flames flash.
I stare and watch a spider
run for life
Turns around
finds an unburnt log
at last a way out.
Quick spider run I say
phew made it!
Cloudy sky :
Maroon Moon
glows hazy.
Ebon night !
Darkness fight
in Moon beam.
Mesmerised
Lovers turn
lunatic
Please play a song for me Jan, in flashback
A song that brings lovely memories back
I well remember days from long ago
How we adored our musical maestro.
We'd stand round the piano as you played
Mesmerised by the sounds your fingers made
And here you are many decades gone by
Tickling the ivories, and still we sigh.
Mesmerised to watch marvellous Mountain View
with charismatic charms of CASCADE
on continuous free fall.
Sun is down bidding bye to fading twilight.
Evening is slowly merging to turquoise night.
Descent nascent crescent Moon peeps
with shimmering glaze.
A SERPENTINE silhouette spreads over starry tapestry
with a MYRIAD of blue sapphires twinkling on hazy NEBULA
under enchanting LUNAR panorama.
Vibrant waterfall is dancing frolic
in opulence of aqua flow
from chasms of rigid mountain
to LILT in mellifluous tune
as if to entertain night farmament
staying in silent mode.
Small stones broken from rocks to SLITHER.
Serene sublime night to resonate
with rhythmic dynamic waterfall.
Off and on water droplets sparkling
in PHOSPHORUS glow reflected
by soft soothing Moon beam.
Me floating on dream
drinking dormant desires.
In awe I lay upon the verdant knoll,
mesmerised by the silent starry sky,
a mirror gleaming deep within my soul,
reflecting timelessness, I barely know.
Venerate Venus dances in reverse,
spinning our musings under mulberry moons,
when we chased illusions, beneath the Queen’s chair,
through realms where reasons dared not delve,
our hearts lost in a cosmic haze.
in this wilderness of mirrors,
I hanker headlong into hallucinations,
peering through perfect panes of promises,
or is it prisms of pretences,
till stars themselves begin to speak
“She shall shatter your sureness”
and you will gather
the pieces like fallen constellations,
too sharp to hold,
too sacred to leave behind.
Foundation.
How many hear the call and do the deal?
The Spell Caster.
Are you missing something magical, in your midnight embrace
As you sit all alone
Feeling lost and out of place
Look out that window
If you feel unsatisfied, unwanted, or displaced
Put down that phone and if you see Mother Moon trying, with beams of her bright moonlight
To show you a way
Beseeching you to look up high, into her glorious night sky
If you see her angel shaped clouds slowly part, and start to play
You'll hear my soft voice, whisper and say
"Want to escape from your daily routines, today?
Come open up, and find my portal, and eternal doorway
By any old trees nearby, that I've commanded to sway
To follow that compelling feeling, to pay the toll
To through and be mesmerised
Like my old muse,
Called Dorian Gray
Who to me,
Once sold his soul
When he too followed, the angel shaped clouds, at play
To open up my portal, and eternal doorway
By those old trees
Nearby
That I commanded to sway
(C) Copyright John Duffy
“Look deep into nature and you’ll understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
I stood on the sloped path near the waterfall.
Mesmerised by the sound of falling water.
All around grew green-leafed ferns,
While tall poplars and redwoods provided
Ample shade that covered the running stream.
Tall purple pickerel plants, scarlet cardinal plants,
Everything contributed to a sublime, picturesque sight.
A symphony of sounds emanated completely around.
Frogs croaked in great abundance, jumping in and out,
Of the clear stream where fish swam toward the sea.
And all around, busy bees fluttered over exotic flowers,
Where nectar provided them with such sweet nourishment.
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