Dawn threads the hedgerow.
One pearl on grass waits.
Holding night intact.
Mist drifts through orchard.
A lone thrush stirs leaves.
Morning spends its gem.
Contest: Color My World
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 01.10.2026
Early morning dew
Tangerine sky glows
Spider web glistens
Cute mirror tears hang
Dawn dewdrop necklace
Sunrise pearl dazzles
Dawn paints sky scarlet,
crimson sun flecks flare
malachite meadow.
In autumn’s bronze frame
olive grass wears crown
made of dewdrop pearls.
opaline oyster
pricelessly squeeze milk
into allspice tea
silvery hair gleams
cream floats ivory —
pearl last crumb of bun
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Third Placement
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Contest: Colour my World :
6 lines x 5 syllables
30.9.26
Woke to a pearl sky,
hued- a milky white,
. . . clouds twirling, swirling,
a dawn cloaked in fog,
for my morning hike ~
after the rain storm !
Production sessions of non-brewed soy sauce last just days with chemicals.
The darker colour is brewed for longer, and wheat is present in shoyu.
Weeks, not months, of brewing make it jiangyou —
Dark with molasses or some sugar.
I grip the Thin Boy bottle like un guidon,
Guide it to fried rice,
Finger over the under cap hole
To ensure no more comes out than nice.
Un guidon is French for handlebars.
If I could only have soy sauce or cycling,
I would certainly soylect.
The queen of the dark,
My silver-cream jewel,
Soon to disappear
In the morning mist,
Shades the waking world
With her memory.
Sponsor’s name: Nette Onclaud
Contest title: Color My World
Date: 9-29-26
The pendulous drop
At the tip of blade
Lucid and aglow
As a rich hued pearl
Same as the nose stud
Of my cute lady
Jars morning oyster
Pearlescent divide
Ebonic waning
Xanthene and pink pried
From overnight shell
Mermaid wades in sky
Satin shroud of mist
Spreads over the hills
Opal light in pond
Grey fog covers path
Spider silk holds dew
Silver slime shines bright
Charmed to visit place
far away to see
still rigid mountains
free frolic fountains :
Didn’t appreciate
Morning Pearl ! Dew Drop.
In the misty dawn,
Gently rising hope
Praising, a poem
Written by the sun
Who has melted night
With her still beauty
Depict such a scene
Mystic frost white clouds
Twit summer/autumn
Color my world white
Encase in pearl bright
Glare I stare white “eye”
A grain troubles night
horizon opens—
mother-of-pearl sky
sparks luster layers
of opalescence
threading dawn to day.
Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.
Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.
With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.
From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.
At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.
Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.
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