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Snowflakes whisper down~
silent feathers hushed in flight,
blanketing the world.
My breath curls like fading smoke,
drifting into winter's hush.
.
hern majora
whilst
i held mine
placidity
As the sun goes west of my school building
day's tiring trying work starts to windup
ears tremble mildly to hear school bell ring
Joy quickens to brush away lesser thing
My own loving heart herds me back to home
With spring in steps I tenderly pick up
flowers, fruits, bread, milk, vegetables and rice
on way thoughts are refreshingly nice
After the crossing I take the right turn
my footsteps are heard to the only one
rushes to greet me, running recklessly
I just kneel to receive my dog Duffy
He tripples like horse when he has made a mess
welcomed me to house strewn with paper bits,
plants separated from root, mud and pots
I transcend the limits of silent thoughts
I put bag, box down. I clear the chaos,
In time everything is in order, with
selfless, humble love Duffy squats Zazen
Life begins anew, world brightens again
It is conscious love that brings peace and bliss
only Mindful thoughts brings placidity
to care and be cared truly is blessing
Only Love and trust keeps one's world spinning
Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles,
A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles;
A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe,
A resplendence of nature, an exclamation of hurrah.
Sandy beaches embrace realms of pristine coastline,
Harboring lush foliage, embodying sublimity divine,
Of marine life, corals, reveling warmth of idyllic clime,
Reminiscent of paradise, of placidity, stilled in time.
Fun loving, amiable, proud tradition extolling grace,
Quaint, yet modern, is the vibrant vibe of this place;
Of museums, antiques, art galleries, buzzing cafe,
Of hotels, casinos, of famed sunsets on Manila Bay.
Luzon, the Visayas, Mindanao~ gems of the blue sea,
Living in tranquility, projecting utter beauty and glee;
Islands of hospitality, homeland of a privileged few,
A magnificent portrait, upon sea-canvas nature drew.
Philippines~ an acclaimed, lauded, pearl of the Orient,
Rich in diverse culture, her allure citizens augment,
Pulsating rhythms of hearts and souls, worthy of praise;
A treasure preserved, revered since the ancient days.
Dear heart,
Please take a break
I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before
It soothes at first, beguiling flings
Which shines, too
Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia
I know the comforts, the placidity it yields
And the euphoria!
Dear soul,
Stop the inner monologues
I know them, I have heard them before
With their potent, clean blade of satires
They chop pathos into cruelty, dubiety into actions
Listen to how it urges me into a chance, now or never!
Volition, I can hear the whispers. Volitions!
Dear mind,
Avoid these thoughts
I remember them, they’ve run here before
Scattered into ways of no pattern
Tearing asunder the accords binding the soul and mind
Here, they boast of the utility they bequeath me
Chary, here, I must be, and slow I must tread
Forasmuch I owe the better of me to them
But hey! Avoid these ones regardless.
Dear self,
Collect these fragments and mend them back
For you’ve lost yourself, broken and scattered
Blend symphony from these discords
And for once let you speak as you, dear self!
I contemplate the bobber on the water.
It is as still as a friend’s prayer at meeting.
Connected to this moment by monofilament
I sit as if I were asleep.
A gust of north wind roils the surface
into ridges. In the furrow
the bobber dances, dances,
dropping its seed into the darkness
perhaps to lure forth one more wish,
one more harvest from the mystery
before I lose the day’s last light.
As suddenly as the wind came upon me
it dies. Placidity prevails, a perfect crust
of ice on new fallen snow at dawn
untouched by even an insect’s wing.
The bobber is still again
as still as prayer again
Retrieve. . . retrieve . . . a small voice
urges me, unfed need dueling with sense,
to cast again, to cast again.
but I am wearier than I thought
and it is accident time, accident time.
The uncast line is better, much better.
There is something hungry in the water.
lying in the sleepless night
in total creative placidity
the moon my inspiring company
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Poetry similar to sea in fury
but the heart in placidity
Timidity
Tepidity
Solidity
Rigidity
Viscidity
Turbidity
Fluidity
Lucidity
Gravidity
Flaccidity
Limpidity
Pellucidity
Placidity
Equanimity
Aridity
No humidity
happiness is in this direction
he replied going south
but we've been there and the smiles are gone
fading from each mouth
what was beauty time has devoured
we no longer have the placidity of youth
evil events have annihilated grace
of sleepy afternoons and feather pillows
when the future didn't sound like a threat
you see the heap of difficulties
that spread an endless plague
my friend I'm sorry to tell you
but the two-way streets
gradually turned into dead ends
and we have this thorny path
now that it's almost april
and in our heart there is only wrath
is the apparent sweetness of the sheep
placidity of cattle in the field
and sky with few clouds
it's summer and a bird's determined eyes
on a failed dive flight
while the prey flees and the lake welcomes it
on the edge of plants drunk by the rippling waters
the transition wind does that too flutters his eyelashes
now we are basically vision
and if far away the sound of bells arrives distorted sunday
I count every chord that today has smell
they are herbs trimmed
rosemary bushes to the ground
and the countenance of the world we sculpt
contains the roughness of chipped stones
and twisted branches but petal softness
you as a flower burns under the cheeky sun
The wind seems a song of placidity
As it passes through the meadow near
But I know it’s a harbinger of treachery
Soon, from sudden blasts of Arctic air.
They say a snowstorm is imminent
We must quickly prepare for the worst
A drop in the barometer is prominent,
And folks in our area are well-versed.
The grocer’s shelves are nearly bare
Of staples like bread, milk, and cheese,
The wind has begun to pick up there
In the meadow and through the trees.
written January 16, 2022
Deep grief as my soul is bleeding
and I walk paths quiet
around me the trees are creaking
the birds hold their riot
I am serenity
I am tranquility
and deep placidity
death bleak
deep grief
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October 19, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Quietus/Deep Grief
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1398-298-19
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Quietus, October 2021
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2021
Eighth Place
Why must life be such a complex endeavor
Always pressing in upon the seeking heart
Making every day a hard-earned victory, or
A resounding defeat, an open or closed door?
It is the middle ground we seek, the placidity
Smooth flowing pleasures that bring us joy
Calmness prevailing in times of bitter feast
Words which deliver us to peace and serenity.
At the end of every day being able to speak
Of the day gone as time well-spent, well-lived,
Words of gratitude merited by a good deed
Humility earned, not seen a sign of the weak
Expecting the best of everyone around us
The simple life embracing morality we seek.
written July 9, 2021
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