My steady eyes observe a jay
lodge against the fissure of night
To glide at morn, its rebellious cruise
as plumy wings reach hills and skies, and orbs:
Somehow, I feel each turn of reels
identify with every jaunt where snowdrops’ plunge
into the tempo of avian trill...
a rhapsody
or wild dissent;
if only to see myself
through its audacious grit.
My hands wave now and laugh, I shall,
For jay’s distinctive mark
Reflects my will…this fowl chasing the rays
On its own term. Much like the jay, my heart
Treads unknown paths… conventional, I'm not.
8/15/2019
For Craig Cornish's Something I Am Not Contest
I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up in an oblivious jollity not realising the grumpy.
I woke up in an obtruded home but full of jolly.
I woke up from a past of gaily to a present of gaiety.
I woke up in a palace full of golden plumy.
I woke up in a friendly planet not noticing the bumpy.
I woke up in a titanic not realising the pirates are in the suits of piracy.
I woke up in a house which was soo plasticky.
I woke up in rapacious atmosphere which has boost my rapacity.
I woke up in a state of rascal but never mind cos,is such a rarity.
I woke up in yunkee so dont expect me to be wishy -washy.
I woke up in a ginormous family that is too unwieldy.
I’ve met the slow White hound
I’ve heard his haunting howl
prowl through November air
I shook his frigid paw
that came when bones were bare.
A gusty, spectral thief
of moments far too brief
his whispered pants enticed
and plumy tails left scrawls
a-tangle over ice.
He yelped a quick harangue
and pointed crystal fangs
he stole the autumn rays
denying hope of thaw
so glints of warmth would fade.
He shed his shadows here
and made gooseflesh appear,
he sketched on windowpanes
etched tales with frigid claws
of colors he had slain.
I wandered through the breadth
of chilling, hunter’s breath
where daggers hung on eaves
and sawed the North wind raw
and browned the autumn leaves.
I’ve been surprised by bites
his glacial appetite
and found his muted dye,
a blinding livid shawl
O’er corpses petrified.
I’ve heard the White Hound moan
and chew on arbor bones
and shivers seized my spine,
tight-clenched within his jaw
as Winter swathed my mind.
experimental rhyme scheme:
Stanza 1 -aabcb
Stanza 2 -ddece
Stanza 3 -ffgcg
Stanza 4 -hhici
Stanza 5 -jjkck
Stanza 6 -llmcm
Stanza 7 -nnoco
Eyelashes caress my cheek,
-- your lips, do the same, on mine,
a pulsating taste, so sweet,
to contrast this plumy wine.
I over indulged, I fear,
a touch on my thigh -- one glance,
and cherubs are keen to play,
with this fairy tale romance.