Occasions a sign as moonglade o'er lake.
Hears lay the sleeper in brevities wake,
retold roses red and violets blue,
yet best in scarlet as would maroon too
and lavender is said truer than blue
ice hue bit tepid or too cool don't you.
Adage, midst I, some pleasant sensation,
that sharply parches vivid ribbons in
from a morning mist, where I sail lightly,
plucked anon afloat, raving aimlessly.
Skims a peacock sky, fans its righteous hue,
ducks stapled in a pond, quacks voices clue,
A seized mind, I'll best keep a forward thought,
I know last night's storm. What? Oh, I forgot.
Categories:
parches, analogy, appreciation, meaningful, motivation,
Form: Sonnet
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
Time Passages
I drift midst some pleasant sensation~~from a morning mist,
that promptly parches within glowing ribbons~~where I sail lightly,
plucked anon afloat~~as my ramblings proceed aimlessly,
Presently skims a peacock sky~~fans out its righteous hue,
variously, ducks stapled in a pond~~quacks influences life,
views by ark's parts a motion~~equal to my emotions,
Channeling alterations that affect~~evolved futures,
preceptions are produced clearer~~like a hallway complete of doors,
whenever one is opened~~ventures varied responses,
I noted from moment to moment~~evoked fused answers,
harmonious so far~~whilst I perpetuate forward in thoughts,
mindful about yesterday's storm~~all in all, time will tell.
2020 November 13
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired
~~Constance La France
Categories:
parches, time,
Form: Sijo
POLLUTED HEART
Thirsty soil parches in scorching summer
Sucks liquid crystal drops of sparkling rain
Stores in deep aquifer pure groundwater
Brought to surface, pure it doesn’t remain
From humans contaminants it obtains.
Lone heart freezes in the dark of winter
Blooms in joy when colors of spring enter
Weaves tapestry of pristine love within
Abused by black mist of lust it welters
In polluted heart love stops to flow clean.
April 1, 2018
Syllable count: 10 each line
Rhyme : ababb ccdcd
Categories:
parches, analogy, heart, love, pollution,
Form: Dizain
Never the less,
But more and more done, unless
Something in itself to timidly parches
Living without life is an empty rub
Is a dry brush to grab
the lovely wet bub.
Categories:
parches, life,
Form: I do not know?
Anger like noon blazing
Parches all the earth below
Leaving it barren
And follow in the dark night
Nothing here shall ever grow
Categories:
parches, allegory
Form: Tanka