In the dark night time stops to flow,
broken hands of quiet clock show
how desolate pathos could be
in wasteland of still life lonely.
Sunrise time the clock maker knows.
Clumped clouds gleam in astral halo,
moondusts flush ground in silver glow.
The star of hope shines remotely
in the dark night.
Lost dream descends on land fallow,
bare trees suck it in wood hollow,
wait for the sunrise, crave to see
clouds melt, rains rinse green canopy.
In still time hides the bright morrow
in the dark night.
August 13, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (21)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
moondusts, hope, metaphor, time,
Form: Rondeau
The cold sun sets after blazing the firmament,
the dust of the dying day settles in the hazy horizon,
the birds return to their nest deserting the sunken sky.
As the grey grains of the gloomy night descend
through the drowsy dusk of my life
the clouds of despair drift in the mind.
In its shadow as I wait for the distant dawn
I see the maroon moon rise, turn into silver slice.
The moondusts spread cerulean serenity in the air
where freed from the sullen darkness
my mind floats on demure dreams.
The mystic moonbeams shimmer in the serenading soul,
compose a new music of life in the rhythm of ecstasy.
August 2, 2018.
Categories:
moondusts, analogy, dark, depression, hope,
Form: Free verse
STILL TIME IN THE DARK NIGHT
In the dark night time stops to flow,
unmoving hands of the clock show
how desolate pathos could be
in wasteland for still life lonely.
Sunrise hour clock maker would know.
Clumped clouds gleam in astral halo,
moondusts flush ground in silver glow.
The light of hope shines remotely
in the dark night.
Mystic hope enshrouds land fallow,
bare trees soak it in wood hollow,
wait for the sunrise, wait to see
clouds melt, rains make green canopy.
In still time hides the bright morrow
in the dark night.
July 29, 2018
Rondeau Poetry Contest
Image chosen : 4
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
moondusts, analogy, dark, inspirational, moon,
Form: Rondeau
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Alluring nymphalid brandishing its ala
Cavorting trees as sultry monsoon gusts
Gleaming aureated daystar delineated in ripples
Enticing milieu under quixotic aestival moondusts.
Dehydrated rivers in a sudden, scrounging an incessant deluge
Red - charring enthusiastic sun fired like hell
Complicated seasonal change - puzzling...neurons evaporating
Tormented - dried terrain, vista...jiffy alteration - no well.
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Categories:
moondusts, nature
Form: Verse
A winter passed
Quiet and still
A spring came
Leaves grew fast
The good earth
Became green at last
With the dawn
In early summer
In an emerging pink sky
A girl was born
To Moondust
Her first cry
The birds sang high in the blue
The word was passed
All of magic knew
Of Moondusts’ faerie child
Aquilas’ joy
Faeries came to see
The Moondust queen
That in summer
A girl was born
In our room
Filled with light
Love
Magic
Such joy was seen
Categories:
moondusts, lovegirl,
Form: Ballad
The rising foot hills
Made the air crisp and clear
Moondusts’ horse playfully nibbled
Our shoulders
We loved to have him near
Such tall trees
of Redwood, Beech and Fir
So many small flowers
We passed on our way
The colours
Like jewels
On an emerald blanket, they lay
The sparkle in Aquilas’ eyes
Is for me
That mortals
Have magic too
They just don’t know it
Yet, I sense it
Powerful and strong
In the love of my poet
I sense here
We will find soon
The nest
Of us
In the place of The Rising Moon
The night will bring
A Rising Moon
In it’s silver light
Our place, our home
Our everything
Such clear light
From the moon and stars
In the valley
We could see the castle
Our place, our home
Our everything
I felt the warmth
Of Aquilas’ hand
In mine
This is more than magic
The place of the rising moon
In the Valley of Stars
It is in the grand design
Categories:
moondusts, love
Form: Ballad
Across the bridge
In to the depths
Of the other side
I felt the faint prickle
Of something
Not alive
Moondust felt it too
Of cold winds
Tattered cloaks
Blowing through
Moondusts’ horse
Whose name is known only to her
Shivered and snorted
The rising cold air
Let us leave this place
My longbow unsheathed
Arrows of brown and gold
At the ready
Moondust magic
The light wreathed
I felt it deep
Moondust too
That evil can seep
In to beauty
And stain it in darkened hues
As one
Evil cannot prevail
For love
Beauty and magic
Stars
Will never fail
It cannot divide
What lies within
Will never hide
It bursts forth
Soft amethyst light
Washing away
The stain of the night
Categories:
moondusts, imagination, inspirational, love
Form: Ballad
I held my Moondusts’ hand
Across the night
She took me
Where I wanted to go
In moonlight
In moon shadow
Categories:
moondusts, love
Form: Ballad