Murmurous Poems

Chains Of Love

With a delicate brush stroke, the artist traces the fragile dance of sunlight
A Summer wish held deep within a heart of love
searching for the courage to reveal a secret hiding within a heart of desperation
One poet writes of a woodland path lit of twilight lavender dream where two lovers touch in a state of serenity 

In a fleeting moment love is captured in murmurous words of truth
Where solace guides an innocent soul 
Forever held in chains of love

Esmeralda

A framed etching hangs
In the background of a silent traipsing dream
As she waits in preponderance
of words gathered along the way

A basket of flowers lies on the floor
Healing her heart upon a whimsical score
As she waits in loving song
Murmurous words to adorn
Every whim of her love 
In beauty is born

For This Man I Spoke Out

I spoke out

A yearning calls
But, is it of the heart
Could be a yearning of a selfish pride
A secret to gain self-glory
A trek of agony 
To forge through this life

For the glory of self-satisfaction 
Is a short lived story
Once again with shovel in hand
You dig deep to portray a fictitious facade to begin your story 

And then along comes the day
To face all your truths
To remember all your secrets 
And walk the road you've paved
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I saw this man subdued in chains
A life of ridicule he lived each day
Perhaps, born with a heart of love
But, the world and all it's expectations 
placed him within
a dark crevasse

Be careful Oh people
Of all the words you choose to say
For some people are vulnerable 
And the cost is more than they can pay

Could It be a lonely soul dreaming of a chance
To fit in and find acceptance...
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for the world and all its trickery hands out murmurous words of doubt

Alone and desperate

For this man
I spoke out

A Vision Of Truth

I found a vision 
Lying in a field
I could see all the color
Quite  inviting 
As I penned
A posy of curiosity 
A muse 
Of delight
I wondered on aimlessly 
Dreaming of flight

As I crawled closer
Subdued with doudt
A voice in murmurous words
Spoke out aloud

"Come see the divine mystery
Where clouds drift apart 
and a staircase descends 
Leading up in a song
where all the  truth shall commend 
a life fulfilled of honesty reflecting what has been 
to live by the spirt where God shall take your hand"

I took a deep breath and ventured on 
 in hopes I would find a message from our divine

Resting upon a cloud 
A realization to root
A vision of the afterlife
Had comforted me
With truth

"Truth shall bring unity
And unity shall bring love"

I seek you in the silence of the night when the moon rises over the sleeping world

I seek you in the silence of the night when the moon rises over the sleeping world,
On deserted streets where memories ripple like a delicate mist,
Where every whisper becomes a murmurous carpet of images and dream,
While the heart beats ancestral rhythms, calling you from the abyss.
I lose myself on forgotten paths where quietness blinks from its shadows,
With thoughts of our love, sweet and bitter, a balm in the night,
Rare as the dew on leaves that perishes at the dawn of the first light,
Waiting to soothe your sadness with the verse of a divine song.
Longing lures me, a phantom on your invisible trails,
I search fervently for you, the solace of the restless soul,
In the cold air, with the promise that, should I find you, I will stop time in its tracks,
To weave you a bed of flowers and wake you with the sweet kiss of deep fire.
Days tumble, deceptive shapes, towards you and my quest,
I will wait for you with an open heart, understanding, and inner peace,
With the belief that dreams find shelter in our vibrant reality,
I might ask you, there on the frozen shores of time, "Do we live our love, or do we merely dream it?".

Within the Cage Part One

In the porch of my house
Is hung a cage, small
In it dwells two inhabitants
Ounces of flesh in feathered coats
Two Finches, a male and a female

The vastness of the sky being denied
Do they live in regret?
Do they have dark remorse?
Do they miss the fair fields?
Do they long for the blue skies?
Do they envy the birds flying high?
I wonder…..!

This cage is their sky and their world
Here they co habit in love
Unruffled by confinement
Often seen preening their feathers
I see them doing it for each other
At times they seem to sit entranced
Their songs are not of plaintive notes

Across the bars they see the sun,
The moon and the stars
Remote from preying predators
They live in unperturbed solitude
Loneliness heightening their need for each other

When we turn to them
We hear their sweet murmurous tweets
And the fragrance of their love
Seeps into our wistful lives
With night fall, they cuddle together
Close, so close, she and he locked as one
In such indivisible togetherness!

There upon they sleep
Drowsing…. drowsing deep!

Dec.23.2022

The Shape of Water- Glaciers Speak

Here they are before me, 
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of brilliant blue,
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.

Their marbled, glistening whites- 
arcane crevices and jagged peaks,
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms 
that glare at me in this mysterious bay 
of murmurous creaks and moans.

These huge shapes of water speak,
like eerie, moving forms, 
in corridors that shift and moan- 
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.

With an abrupt, roaring explosion, 
all at once, it starts- the large, 
calved segment plummets to the sea.
These exotic glaciers live and speak- 
more than the eye can see.

A Summer Dalliance

 
Oh, it was a beautiful cloudless sunny day,
as I wandered a meadow to make a bouquet;
all about butterflies were dancing a ballet,
and I was dazzled by the song of a blue jay !

To a rippling stream I went on hearing a song,
and there a man sang a tune beautiful and strong;
his heavenly voice mingled with each wild birdsong,
and I stayed with him just talking all that daylong !

It would be a summer dalliance dulcet sweet,
his ethereal kisses made me overheat;
on gossamer threads I floated to our heartbeat,
we were on a labyrinthine path bittersweet !

On the last day we found a lagoon secluded;
and wept murmurous whispers of love concluded ! 

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May 5, 2021

Poetry/Sonnet/A Summer Dalliance
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1352-721-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Summer Love Sonnet
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 05/24/2021

Third Place

Bewitched Vision

My nights have lately become sultry
as suffocating heat chases sleep away,

I lay wide awake unloved and sweating
beneath the murmurous ceiling fan
hoping for some refreshing relief.

Each eventide I hear her bittersweet song 
drifting from the verdant vale
like seductive perfume on the breeze.

I cannot resist for long.  I must visit every night.
People say there's magic in her.
Rancorous rumors have it that
she seduces with a whimsical smile,
subdues with an enchanting laugh,
soothes with a surrealistic sigh.

Maybe they're right.  I know they’re right.
For I am under her arcane spell.
Late at night I leave my rumpled bed 
and like a somnambulist I tread
through mysterious corridors of my house.

The dazzling moon shines the pathways
that lead down the surreal vale
into the  sonorous cavern where she
concocts her alluring recondite runes.

There I hope to get a glimpse of her
Embrace her gorgeous beauty for untold time
Till inexplicably I find myself alone back on my bed.
Can you blame me if I’m under her spell?

8 January 2021

Dalliance In a Bungalow

dalliance in a bungalow; euphony.
our mellifluous voices blend and 
no longer is mine demure

felicity fills our love lagoon
an effervescent elixir
that which is becoming of beauty

that, which is so ephemeral.
fugacious love succumbs to day

for when the gossamer web of amorance 
turns chatoyant in sunlight,
their murmurous musings begin
 
and so we must reveal the imbroglio of our verboten affairs.

‘tis all clandestine, dear ingénue,  
we found serenity by serendipity
and though our tryst succeeds the lullabies,
it must to languor yield by aurora 

thus, let us savour this 
dalliance in a bungalow, bucolic and aglow
with the tintinnabulation of your summery lilt.

our mellifluous voices blend and   
no longer is mine demure

The Forever Wedding

Demure young maiden
A bucolic bungalow
A fallen hero

Situation hot
Gray thick diaphanous smog
Cannot cool it

Desultory dance
A quick surreptitious
Fine country wedding

Grandma’s tailsmen
The bride adorned with daisies
Murmurous rumors

A nonchalant groom
A sempiternal set up
Quintessential joy

Fairyland Vision

It is surreal to me.
Corridors of dazzling colours.
Sonerous gurgling from hidden streams.
I must be in a gorgeous dream.
Murmurous whisperings of fairies.
In arcane little dwellings.
Or are they in the bulbous swellings
of unopen water lilies?
Far off I spy two beautiful fillies.
Until I stroke their silky manes.
In case I ner return again.
Please don't wake me.

Mystic Vision

Mystic Vision 





Until the inner sonorous cues 
reverberate to make believe the surreal,
As murmurous truth 
walks down in corridors
Once again to rest arcane,
to be unfolded ....

While its gorgeous radiance
dazzling white amidst darkness,
Makes all black evanesce,
unveils the thaumaturgic clouds,
to a soulful vision ....




Written May 2nd, 2016
For contest by Mystic rose

Not My Vision

A surreal thought:
Sonorous corridors are murmurous minds.

An arcane thought:
Gorgeous means dazzling
but sounds unrefined.


MORE THAN THE EYE CAN SEE - Poetry Contest

More Than the Eye Can See

Clinging at the boundary of the universe;
if it can be called a boundary at all,
is an androgynous infinity whose murmurous echo 
ripples the silence of ancient marble corridors.
The once sonorous booming, a mere relic, yet
etched still in the arcane runes of forgotten civilizations;
encoded, lies dazzling truth, gorgeous and universal,
appreciated no more beyond mysticism or the surreal.
Yet it clings, desperate to exist
Where no eye shall behold,
and none shall find,


…save the listeners.

4/30/16
Contest Submission: More Than The Eye Can See
Hosted By: Mystic Rose

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