Contest: Eight Words Sponsor: Emile Pinet 6-16-23
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Eight Words
WISTFUL FEELINGS,
An expression of MELANCHOLY DEPRESSION,
Wake in winsome gloom of a GLOOMY sheath
Cluttered with roving remnants
Of GRIM recollections
That SHROUD an anguished woundedness
In WITHDRAWN silence
To bind my sores with loneliness,
With isolation’s balm,
Untouchable.
My world gone topsy-turvy
Turns to the melody of living sonatas
In chiming morningtide psalms
And eventide’s bell songs
To leave behind the bondage
Of this shattered shell,
This tattered cocoon of silken sutures.
Beyond the pensive dreamscape
This realm of gloom fades,
Screeches back into midnight’s stronghold,
Forgotten in azure morning shadows,
When resplendent neon pinions
Unfold kaleidoscopic
Into giddy, gliding joy.
The sky was an iron skillet
To heaven it crept and filled it
Swallowed the color from every eye
An iron skillet was the sky
The earth no glint of morning touched
Fields swept black, the horizon crushed
To dawn the dark would not give birth
No glint of morning touched the earth
On the galvanized drummed the rain
Rivulets streaked the window pane
The ground it splattered and atomized
The rain drummed on the galvanized
Warm and tight you wrapped around me
In morningtide we could not see
I loved you through that stormy night
You wrapped around me warm and tight
September 10, 2022
Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew
Proudly and loudly, your entrance you make,
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Brighting the day as you burst into view
Fresh as the sunrise, delight of daybreak
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Fair in a fairy-tale fantasy you
Beam as the morningtide beckons you wake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Profits aplenty, your faultings are few;
Yielding and modest , no credit you take.
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Dancing, romancing, admirers to woo,
Though winsome compliment words to forsake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
So now in the brilliant hue of your blue
Out in the meadow alongside the lake
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
deep in thoughts
are memories of you
lodestone of dreams
that waft on by
like a log in river
tossed about
spiraling
in and out
of current
wandering
through the deep
dark depths
of the a journey
unknown
only resting
in the consciousness
of morningtide
awaiting
to be swept
away again
in the depths
of dreams
)9/03/2021
The dawn's morningtide lavender mistiness,
Cloaked the deep emerald fields and woods,
And mother nature wore good morning smiles,
In gay fragrant blooms, all colors and styles.
The happy moments danced daylight together,
All along the golden paved streets of time!
Noontime came sunny skies of clearest blue,
Like sapphire butterfly wings, truest true.
Afternoon left its treasured sunlit memories,
Along with the new experiences and discoveries,
And the evening twilight skies blazed beauty,
'Til the rich blackness of night fell softly!
Morningtide reverberates, the songstress calls,
buoyant curlews play in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone walls,
meadows dance the rhythm of the farmers weatherglass,
implementing the orchestration from moortop squalls.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
As the bold sun rises with grace
Sparse soft light stretches wide and afar
Across flower's sweet scented field's mace
Powder blue clouds hide night's Dog Star
Damp murmurs of sleepy birds are heard
As the bold sun rises with grace
Stout brown rabbit in his hole stirs
While the red fox hides his hungry face
Elfin green frogs jump in a racing chase
Lazy rustling from stirring sleepy fawns
As the bold sun rises with grace
Delighting every slow white swan
Eyes, ears and life refreshed to bring
This September morn arousing the night to erase
Wake up! Wake up! So sweetly rings
As the bold sun rises with grace
Raindrops on the rosebud,
And battlefields of blood,
And earth and sky in darkness,
And house and hill sparkless.
And shadow in the meadow,
And violets down below;
And birds sing to wood and dale
Of a recurring love tale!
The world yet is sleeping,
The ivy yet is creeping;
Soon awake dreaming land,
For redemption is at hand!
And petals soon open wide,
In the heat of morningtide!
And soldiers return anon,
Earth's battle wounds gone!
The brilliancy come at last!
And all sorrows in the past.
And joys of all things good--
Christ returns--He said He would!
Alert we wake to a morningtide
Bright-eyed inside, when it rains noontide
We downed a few
All drunk we knew
We danced to wrong homes at eveningtide
cernuous sunflower
the monk bent over in prayer
his morningtide vigil, set eyes
until the bell straightens
his curvature, with breathless warmth
5/18/2019
68868LIND Form
Entered in Brian Strand’s Contest
Cernuous - of a plant inclining or nodding
As sunrise silently
marinaded morningtide meadows,
our lips flowed like two streams,
merging within an exclusive estuary
so we set home upon the river bed.
At first we floated like butterflies in Babylon,
deaf to the squawks of mercenary crows,
blind to the creeping weeds,
which wandered amongst delicate petals
nor did I notice our submerging embankment.
As our estuary began to evaporate,
you left me stranded in the silt and mud.
My heart, once a blossoming garden,
evolved into a wasteland of sedges and sludge.
Still I wait for soothing streams to return,
but all I am left with is marshland of regret
and the silence of the butterflies.
When it’s miserable and dreary
Cold, dark, cloudy and rainy
Seems liquid desolation is unfurled
Along with all the weight of the world
A void grows exponentially with morningtide
As I wither in torment from endless rain outside
And that’s when I need most to turn within
To the inward deepest source of my chagrin
I forage for the slightest flicker
Any flame to dissipate the blurr
A candle lit to give at least a little ray of hope
To help find my lost wondrous kaleidoscope
I ache when I miss the golden rays of sun
That most magical primal phenomenon
That link to what’s utterly divine
I so wish I’d been given a name like SunShine
**A wink to my lovely PS friend SunShine
AP: 1st place 2020
As morningtide folded in the day
there was something about it
that lured me in its depths
the moon still visible
was satiated
as my mind is
on thoughts of you
I could feel you
fingering every inch of me
in the rise and fall
of warm breaths
as they stumbled
through the November air
the dark clouds
traced the edges of the moon
like the shadows of life
that linger around us
the sun
though not visible
flickered white
beneath the clouds
a ray of hope
for resplendent days
like that of our yesterdays
the mist of morn
tumbled from skies
momentarily
as did tears
from lonely eyes
within the depths of blue
that now surrounded me
as day unfolded
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