Dawn awakened and replaced the moon
Empty, the sky where once stars were strewn
In repose, Luna slept after wandering night skies
and spider webs shimmered in the light of sunrise
Dew glistened like diamonds on the fragrant rose
as a gentle breeze billowed my sheer nightclothes
Categories:
nightclothes, beauty, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
and spider webs shimmered in the flight of sunrise
Dew drops evaporated upon the fragrant tuberose
as a playful breeze billowed my sheer nightclothes
Seagulls swooped and scurried along amber shores
A salty crew grappled with the sea on labored oars
Muscles pulled in rhythmic chorus, as if in lyrical rote
as surging waves rocked the hull of their fishing boat
They surpassed each crest and triumphed over swells
The sun's prisms painted the horizon in muted pastels
Inspired by the milieu of ruffled swirls across the sea
sunlight dappled over its surface in sequenced litany
I sipped a second cup as thoughts were being seeded
Poetry spawned inside of me; a birthing to be heeded
For as driftwood hastens down rapids to a new frontier
I needed to ledger my verses, ere they hie to disappear
August 13, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
nightclothes, poetry, sea,
Form: Rhyme
I was there
There .... floating on a small fluffy cloud
Hovering over the sea
Watching the seals at play.
I could see on the horizon
The sighting of a whale
I knew the seals would be vulnerable
I tried to call out,
To wave my hands,
To warn them.
They ignored me,
The whale swam closer
Could see the mouth open.
Ready.....ready ...to swallow a few
My heart pounded
What could I do.
I jumped
Jumped from my fluffy cloud
Landed on the whales back
Not sure who was most surprised
The whale or me
Then he began to dive under the waves
Tossing me in the air
The seals seeing the commotion
Rapidly swam away
The last time he tossed me in the air
I landed on a small island
Badly battered and bruised
No food no water my fate was sealed
I lay down closed my eyes to sleep
I was awoken by a lollopy dog
Head butting me to wake up
My bed clothes were in a mess
Torn to shreds, I was sweating
Perspiration soaking through my nightclothes
Was such a real dream
What ....
who ...
was I trying to warn?
Will I ever know?
Penned 20 April 2015
Categories:
nightclothes, dream,
Form: Verse