Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
Categories:
palliating, beauty, color, fantasy, moon,
Form: Free verse
Under rest of nodding trees,
acorns palliating the coming storm.
9/21/2021
Categories:
palliating, age,
Form: Monoku
Are you sure you want to be with me?
And deal with my overthinking, my mood swings?
I have abandonment issues, are you sure you want to have to constantly be with me because I'm scared of you letting go.
You say I don't have to worry so much but when you mention that it makes me worry more.
I worry that I worry too much for you.
You don't have to stay.
I don't want your pity or fellow feelings.
I know that I am broken and I know that you can only stand so much so….
Are you sure?
I rant a lot to you because if I hold it in I am a catastrophic bomb and I promise you I am prone to chasing people away with my palliating sadness.
Are you sure you want me?
Because I am a person looking through the blinds of a dirty window.
I can't see or tell whether you are here for me or yourself.
So you get to choose.
Categories:
palliating, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Your loosened hair
Gleaming in the benign sun
Roses in our blood inhale dense air
Decking up before departure has begun
The green is paling one by one
It's the dance of death in colour
A fountain of farewell with a hue
For the cracking bones of October
Palliating painters seated in queue
Picasso brown red and blue
The message on the train is as clear as an apple
Our hues are too fleeting to hold
Come let's dance dear before yellowing begins in maple
Before our roots get too old
Under the introverted autumn sun let's melt our gold
October 20, 2020
Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
Categories:
palliating, autumn, color,
Form: Quintain (English)