Walking through the dappled forest, my mind reveled in its magnificence
The first thing I noticed was the shadowed silence; it was self-empowering.
More relaxing than a power nap. A large shadow flew over the tree line.
I focused on where I thought it might be next, it was a gorgeous hawk.
At the bottom of the ravine there is a giant overturned felled oak.
I pull myself up on it; feeling the mushroomed edges; it feels safe.
Deer bounds up and disappears, after flashing his white tail.
Cushy forest floor springs up and down as I take my leave.
The sound of dribbling water brings my attention to the tiny brook.
I sit for a bit, watching the minnows glide around in the cold water.
Other things are in there, teeny tiny bits of something – algae maybe?
I feel something watching me. It is a tiny snake. Somehow communicating.
I like everything about this place, it is my own nirvana.
No human comes here except for me. It is my secret world.
My soul feels joy. I love the shadows, and the gentle breeze.
I am ready to face another day, so thank you God for this place.
Categories:
mushroomed, nature, tree,
Form: Imagism
chronology
arrow
stream
meandering
within
sizeableness
transient
idiomata&
tick squire
how many
panjandrum?
mushroomed
profusions
blemished?
& maybe
adjudication
dichotomizes
duration
dealing with
divergent
macrocosm
meditatively
mysteriousness
make whoopee
moments
melt away
Written: August 10, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
mushroomed, analogy, appreciation, death, time,
Form: Other
Fungus grew between her toes
How and when, no one knows
Perhaps, barefoot in mushroomed fields
This careless walking sometimes yields
It started with a tiny itch
It grew and then would throb and twitch!
Could breadcrumbs quell this prickly ache
She packed her toes, make no mistake
Mystery solved, at last she snaps!
My toes look like stuffed mushroom caps
She soaked them in some vinaigrette
A glass of wine and she’s all set!
Categories:
mushroomed, food, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Kids bullied him; he did not have one friend,
and hollow were his teachers’ words to him.
Perpetual anxiety can bend
the troubled mind; his thoughts grew more than grim.
They mushroomed, and they spiraled next into
sick fantasties – a strange kaleidoscope
of wicked things that he was going to do,
for no one saw or tried to help him cope.
One day he showed up, but not just with one
of his dad’s guns. Cacophony he brought
as peers, chaotic, all began to run.
There reigned hysteria as students sought
safe havens! As he chased some down the stairs,
he grinned, “Now MY Apocalypse is theirs.”
Sept. 25, 2017 For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge -4 Poetry Contest
THESE 8 WORDS used: HYSTERIA KALEIDOSCOPE PERPETUAL CHAOTIC
CACOPHONY APOCALYPSE SPIRALED HOLLOW
Categories:
mushroomed, bullying,
Form: Sonnet
A mental pilgrimage
beyond the horizon
of mind,
unrefined.
Self introspection,
pricked my conscience
with your double edged
remarks.
Realization shattered
self-complacency
mushroomed
in my untamed self.
On the verge
of desolation
I encountered you
my Teacher
who took me
to the unending vista
of imagination.
Categories:
mushroomed, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
IT HAS BEEN A WHILE
DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG
ENTERED THE MIND FIRST
LIKE A FIRST RAIN DROP
IN A RAINY SEASON
ATTRACTION GREW I THINK
NOT QUITE SURE
WHAT WAS GOING ON
THOUGHTS LINGERED
MEMORIES OF THAT GENTLE FIRST LOOK
LINGERED WITH CONSTANT THOUGHTS
THOUGHTS OF MAY BE AND MAY BE NOT
MEETINGS MUSHROOMED
IN A QUITE OLD FASHION WAY
INTO WHAT WE ALL KNOW
FEELINGS I SAY
FEELINGS ARE STRONG
FEELINGS ARE MUTUAL
FEELINGS ARE THERE
Categories:
mushroomed, love, passion, romance, may,
Form: I do not know?
ROSEMARY THYME was walking down the street when she CINNAMON CUMIN, who's name
was SWEET BASIL. He was from OREGANO.
She fell in love with him ALUM the way, PARSLEY because of his good looks.
But her POPPYSEED her...ANISE mad!! Her sister GINGER tried to intervene, but
was PEPPERED with retorts and a big family RHUBARB ensued.
SALT was rubbed into the wounds when her boyfriend, PUNKIN SPICE, joined in and
the fray MUSHROOMED. He, too, wanted to be with her in wedded ONION.
POPPYSEED to it that they couldn't. Some NUTMEG also got involved to make things
difficult.
So, all four of them decided to elope...and left on the SAGE for OREGANO.
Categories:
mushroomed, imagination, love
Form: Narrative
Skagit River, wild and scenic,
Carrying salmon in her flows.
Scattering riches with abandon
Without stopping as she goes.
Crossing international border
With no one to tell her nay.
Man has sought to tame her waters
As she goes her merry way.
When her mood is mild and tranquil,
Lovers picnic on her beach.
When her bosom swells with anger,
High her rage and far her reach.
Lovely mistress of the valley,
Well we know her worth and might.
Highway to the ancient peoples
Guided by her day and night.
Towns have mushroomed up around her
Taking from her without pay.
May her clear and life filled waters
Ever unpolluted stay.
By Joyce For Brian's contest won hm
Categories:
mushroomed, nature
Form: Rhyme
I chose to jump that cliff
In sweet sleepwalking
Accidentally into each other
We fell, lulled dream-talking
Tucked cozily on his shoulder
Nestled, esteeming to exalting
But the stench of fear
Arose so unnerving
Out of the blue, casually
The only certainty is an ending
Panic bloomed, mushroomed
The million spores to its propagating
So paralyzed, I was stricken
Stuck, imagining and dreading
That the way in isn’t the way out—
No fleeing or retreating
Could drive through this impassable wall
So I’ll just stay forever dreaming
Categories:
mushroomed, love
Form: I do not know?
Fits of fancy windrifts blow
tidbits chancy...abyss unknown
bellowing sails mushroomed force
following trails laid out in course
Navigating distant stars
alleviating lost afar
charted seaways ripple past
plumb line used as centered mast
Scales to tip uneven flow
weight to shift as whitecaps grow
determined strength fast to hold
adventures journey of the bold
Occasional drift course askew
from mighty winds above that blew
challenges faced this sea may test
keel's purpose balanced best.......
Categories:
mushroomed, adventure, life, sea,
Form: Free verse
The song she sang of morning, sweet with life,
And how she walked the mountain ridge to bathe
Her flawless form in sparkling springs;
Blackberry hair fell sleek to statue shoulders,
Pale and marbled breasts brushed by the strands,
Her parted lips sighed of wondrous things.
Eyes that glowed of chestnuts, glittered
Flecked with glints of rain and melting ice,
Blazing sheen of autumn fire;
And the smile, spreading arc of sensuality,
Wrenched the hearts of men with sweetest pangs,
Invested them with tenderness, desire.
All the world bowed down, her intellect and beauty,
Young and as close to perfection’s ideal
As the earth could hope to hold;
But ultimately sadness, the black spot, mushroomed,
Nestled hidden in her brain - it took her out one day
And laid her rest when life grew cold.
Categories:
mushroomed, death, life, loss, love,
Form: Verse