Candescence
Auburn plains spread before me while the sun dips in curtsy to the moon.
Violet hued reds against pastel periwinkles radiate out in a cloud of color amongst the obscuring fog, becoming spirits.
The weeping willow bows in its lonesome and waits for autumn's death driving gaze.
The warm grasp of steaming apples and the cool whisper of winter's arrival blooms moments so unique and so familiar.
Cinders and ash pierce through cavities barren and hallowed by years of sheltering storms.
Proffered supplies of acceptance present problems for denial.
Piceous
Categories:
piceous, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
I'd never drawn a breath until I'd seen
A tremble of the black moon in your eye,
The next was taken by the impish glean
That bared your heinous soul,
Fierce flames of piceous coal ...
To kindle with my core, your object, sly.
Gone, my will, the instant that you spoke -
My blood, as molten metal with each word,
That wanton beast within that you awoke
Now scorching with its cause,
And impaling, deep, its claws ...
The flesh 'tween bad and good ... now aptly blurred.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Premiere Number 150 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Rhyme Time 3" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. I enjoy your contests very much, and I hope you keep having them!
Categories:
piceous, conflict, dark, love, passion,
Form: Rhyme
Thundering down Olympus
Treads Ares
The battle master
Ashen
Piceous clad
Against midnights cloak
Returning human spirit
To the heavens
For upon drowning
Within his crimson gaze
Do we understand
That in faith
Lies divinity
Note: In Greek mythology Ares is the God of War.
Categories:
piceous, history, imagination, time, visionary,
Form: Free verse