Over the confines of the cliffs
in a cloud of crystalline haze
in the midst of a tsunami of whistling
skyline shadows in golden amber
hues ooze into the ocean
triumph against craving
waves of fairy spirits
Pearl stone sparkles in sundrops
flying is my passion
I'm diving again
in a wide chasm
sapphire knitting
chromium marble light
optimums prime
upheaval toward verisimilitude
you and my floating rhyme
with an increasing susurrus
a gentle melody is heard
tonal fuzziness
reverberations of rainbow hues
a scarlet choir of classic lullabies
Written: April 24, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1211 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
optimums, analogy, appreciation, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
Our time is finite on this earth-
we never know, from time of birth,
the day that life ebbs at low tide-
the hour we'll end our life-long ride.
Our days build up like grains of sand
some lost to wind or slipped thru hand;
washed back to sea, or castles made-
or long-ignored in the dark shade.
The waves of life roll on the shore-
grains multiply; each wave brings more.
Our beach grows deep with every grain-
the ones of joy, the ones of pain.
As grains may shift with every storm-
more sturdy, deeper banks they form.
In those that rest as graceful mounds-
life's sweet tranquility abounds.
Hope those who trod upon our space
will feel the glory of God's grace
as our grains build, reshape, pursue
to do the best that they can do.
And when the final ebb tide comes,
we'll tally up our optimums,
and pray the beach we leave behind
can be the best we have designed.
May 22, 2019
Contest: Your Selection Again
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
optimums, death, life,
Form: Couplet