Oft resting under wooded trees
Roams she, hides head behind bent knees,
Adjusts her scant bosom rag, tries
To foil peering moon’s prying eyes.
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Translation (quatrain) | 30.08.2025 | woman, moon
Note: Here is a verse (in Upajati meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). A woman is separated from her husband and roams looking for him, hiding in shadows of woods, adjusting her meagre bosom cloth, sparing it as if from peering moon’s prying eyes. Here is the transliteration of the Sanskrit verse:
Vishramya vishramya vana-drumaanaam
Chaayaasu tanvi vichachaar kaachit |
Stana-uttareeyena karot dhrtena
Nivaarayanti shashinah mayookhaan || 56 ||
Categories:
peering, moon, woman,
Form: Quatrain
Hermit
self-assured
solitary soul
longing eyes
staring far
peering down his inner self
forgetting himself.
Categories:
peering, self, solitude, spiritual,
Form: Shadorma
“PEERING”
Eventually
We come to understand,
that it’s not how good we look,
But,
How well we see…
Categories:
peering, 12th grade, appreciation, character,
Form: Free verse
Friendship
Godly friendship
Peering through heaven's gate
Knowing what is on the other side
True love
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Categories:
peering, christian, endurance, friendship, future,
Form: Cinquain
A bundle from the past -
the 1930’s and ‘40’s.
A wisp of his breath…I’m breathless.
Did he know his love story would last?
1941 envelope -
my fingers glide over the sleeve.
I tenderly take out the note,
the sweet poetry…telescope
peering into the days of yore.
Grandpa won his sweetheart with words:
“From a worthless bum,” a treasure,
Grandma and their progeny adore.
Love poems, other’s curious.
One bespeaks of “…is it murder
to help someone dying…in pain.
Contemplation or serious?
The carrier, my sister, brought
back from her travels photos, too.
…and I thought of my mother
her photo, now, an afterthought.
The sentiment held in my heart.
Illustrious words and still lifes
my mind ponders as I grow old.
‘Tis true, one day too, I’ll depart.
I’ll take my time reading the words -
I read some to my attentive spouse.
How lovely we shared that moment -
the nectar of two hummingbirds.
7/6/2022
Categories:
peering, people, words,
Form: Rhyme
peering out the kitchen window
you are on your knees working
afore the roses are a border
of smaller annuals
you know their names
intimate knowledge of their needs
hands that care for thee and me
so often i find myself
in this domain where your touch
permeates every aspect of existence
while i see only the beauty in color and form
i am not so devoid of this picture
as not to recognize
the touch of Monet therein
i have been given a moment with a masterpiece
that only i will ever have
one that will forever grace
the gallery in my heart, where are your portraits
where i go when life takes you momentarily away
and i am missing you
1/4/19 Kismet
Categories:
peering, i love you, romantic,
Form: Romanticism
''Profound into that blackness peering, long I remained there, pondering, dreading, espying.''
Categories:
peering, imagination,
Form: Epigram
Wide,
peering
eyes of hope
kissed by sunshine,
ascertain promise in the horizon.
Clusters of grey clouds hovering above
have disappeared.
View of the...
future,
bright.
Double Tetractys 2 Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Number of Photo: 1
Date written: 09/07/2020
Categories:
peering, future, hope, sunshine, uplifting,
Form: Tetractys
Peering from Behind the Plume
A verbal sketch by Martin Braun
June 15, 2020
Peering from behind the plume
witnessing my brethren lofting from ethereal vapors.
Who shall share our divine song?
Not I!
Who shall sit on the right side, with you at my left?
Not I!
Look below, their gaze is transfixed on my wonderous down,
and enchanted by my song.
Holy, holy, holy I shall sing, not for God,
but for vanity that harmony my voice doth bring.
Laced with apples that you desire,
I serenade the Gospel entwine with earthly eloquence,
and lick your lobe evoking emotional undulations from head to toe.
I seduce you in God's own house, not for His glory but my own,
for it is my desire to sit up high, on the thrown.
Let the world burn, what do I care.
From the ashes, I will rise, from their dispair.
And your lives, I will surely protect,
who else will remain for my worship and pay their debt?
Categories:
peering, lust, power, vanity,
Form: Free verse
peering out
behind a fence
lone black-eyed susan
posted on July 17, 2018
Categories:
peering, color, flower, summer, sun,
Form: Haiku
Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No case dares to appeal,
Embodies the essence,
Of a world they call real,
So they ask with green eyes,
Should I now switch with you,
Would that make my self-worth,
Somehow, progressively true,
I glance, to respond,
That neither is needed,
Because as tolerance failed,
Manipulation succeeded,
We both yearn to validate,
Our courses of being,
Amidst choices of learning,
And preferred ways of seeing,
For now, the windows are closed,
The Santa Anas, they're blowing,
And those lives which premiered,
Have no interest in showing,
We will then pause to wonder,
If the sill might be locked,
Therefore sealed from exposure,
And no chance to be mocked.
(12/30/01)
Categories:
peering, betrayal, crazy, fantasy, how
Form: Rhyme
Father, Again, Peering
The final years dear Mother she
was never, well, what actors call “on location.”
Physically, of course, we found her
everywhere:
the parlor reading,
the kitchen ironing,
the basement sweeping,
unlike Father whom we never found
though he was always there.
On Sundays when he went to Mass,
he’d stay behind, peering.
Like Queeg, he’d stare
from under or behind
whatever he wasn't
hiding in front of.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
peering, father
Form: Free verse
I peer into spring
Colors are brilliant, painting the world
The light blue skies, and crystal water
Sun bringing warmth to all creatures
Flowers a mass of smells and color
Overwhelming to the naked eye
Showers of cool rain, turn things green
And leave puddles on all my sidewalks
Fluffy clouds are scattered in the blue sky
Of all shapes and sizes for me to pick out
A pattern, that Heaven seems to be painting for me
More and more people seem to be out and about
Walking their dogs, or just going for a short jog
All smiling faces, breathing in the spring air
The smell of freshly cut grass in my nose
And damp Earth underneath my feet
Looking up, past the blue skies
And into the Heavens
Thanking God
For this
Spring
Day
Categories:
peering, natureblue, blue,
Form: Free verse