Fire burning, keeps me warm
While outside brews a big snowstorm
Now all I need to be complete
Are knitted socks upon my feet
I thought I'd have them on by now
I'd knit my own but don't know how
Will you teach me how someday?
We'll stay in bed and knit away
An afternoon spent spinning yarns
Of different colors into forms
I think the way I'd like to start
Is knitting you a small red heart
A place to put your hot coffee
To rest your mug on comfortably
My first attempt, it may take long
Don't laugh though if I get it wrong
I want to do the things you do
So I can spend more time with you
I'm pretty good at crafting rhymes
But other things? I'm dense at times
Be patient please, I'll come along
It's like the learning of a song
Note by note, chord by chord
Verse by verse, word by word
I'll get it though, it sounds like fun
Teacher-student, one on one
Needles, patterns, knits and purls
My heart knit for a special girl
Categories:
purls, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes
I'm not sure if I am Me.
I fall into the safe Despair, Regret, and Lamentation
and the reindeer in my mind digs a hole in my heart to find a reason.
I step outside the world for a moment and watch the hole,
the hole filled with
my rough red but quiet waves in my heart.
Inside the deep deep silent waves
there is that reindeer lying down,
Observing the flat stars falling down.
When the red waves from my heart flow over the reindeer
The reindeer just closes its eyes
still lying down on the silent waves.
But when its white horns tore its skin,
it abandons its horn,
Instead of bones,
And runs,
Until the hooves worn out.
Until its face is shattered.
Until everything is gone.
And finally
The last step of the reindeer purls through my cheek
Then I bait the reindeer antlers
to find a new reindeer
And when there are no horns left,
I lay down,
Started digging into the deep deep silent waves.
Abandoning my legs
Instead of my hands
Abandoning my horns
Instead of my bones
To see myself hiding under my heart.
Categories:
purls, 10th grade, depression, how
Form: Free verse
Unto Acheron, great river of woe,
the buried to the entrance gate are led,
in the underworld to Charon below
to ferry across the souls of the dead.
Upon your lips, your eyes, a coin receive,
a fare lest you be trapped between two worlds -
allowed to enter but never to leave
where the waters of oblivion purls.
Where Furies dwell and Hellhounds guards the gate
and souls are judged in Hades’s deathless reign -
to wander the Styx and Lethe in wait
till rulers of gods and men part us twain.
The Pit of Tartarus where the soul yields
or sweet blissful isles of Elysian Fields.
Written: May 2012
Categories:
purls, mythology,
Form: Sonnet
The Sovereign, Almighty, omnipotent, omniscient God.
faithful, explicable and searchable
personal yet indescribable
He purls my heart together.
In my quandary, He is there.
A mother, a father He is.
My words point at love
but because of their restrictions,
I use to extol and exalt Him,
the Great God.
The tears I shed,
He removes them all.
When I am weary, He makes me strong.
Elohim
faith, credence I have.
A new formation I am,
a masterpiece of love, joy, peace and happiness.
Categories:
purls, blessing, change, devotion, jesus,
Form: Pastoral
My Ophelia sits, poised and preening
like a big question mark
ready to go, ready to stay
I scratch and rub her back gently,
she curls and purls, asking for more.
I take her into my arms,
embracing as children and lovers do.
She is quick to read the meaning
behind the gesture, murmurs contentedly,
affection is her due.
Then I bring home another one,
furry and white, as cuddly as she,
but she throws herself into a fit of pique,
demeanor turns bizarre, like a puppet
manipulated by an unseen force.
I never dream Ophelia misunderstands
my very good intentions; I puzzle
how my new cat, male and sensuous
sends Ophelia, she-cat and sensuous too,
scurrying, delving into madness.
@jjote 080215
Categories:
purls, cat,
Form: Free verse
eye borne two wright storeys four yew wit tiers,
tails suite tolled, sum purls wit pane;
Fore yew two gaize, hale, prays.
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April 26, 2015
Poetry/Kimo/Nearly The Same
Copyright Protected, ID 04-667-057-26
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Only Homos Allowed
sponsor, Jerry T. Curtis, NA Judged 2015
Categories:
purls, word play,
Form: Kimo
Through pale of eve, my eyes can see
beyond the trellis where I stand
a rose awaits, brushing the ground
through pale of eve, my eyes can see
needles of thorns ,calling for me
where tips of sadness purls around
through pale of eve, my eyes can see,
beyond the trellis where I stand.
While on the branches, heart’s thorns dry,
as if to pierce my faint lament
this lonesome rose tried to reply,
while on the branches, heart’s thorns dry
to face the night we said goodbye,
the day he kissed my cheeks and went
while on the branches , heart’s thorns dry,
as if to pierce my faint lament.
Every Rose Has Its Thorn... Kelly Deschler
new poem nette onclaud
Categories:
purls, emotions, love hurts,
Form: Triolet
I am drawn into
the flowers form,
its petals curl
as a colour purls
with gentleness,
through the shreds
of my ripped heart
Evidence of decay
is tinged to its glisten,
to last just one more day
is its only mission
This is a bloom
being finally set free,
from living each day
nature’s own mortality.
Categories:
purls, death, nature,
Form: Free verse
tell me your name
let run my fingers
across the contours
of your mouth,
describe the sunset
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas
cannot
remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my only affirmation
within whispers of meaning
this fool travels
shuffling to melodies
in the tap…tap…tap
ever haunted by memories,
having seen a glimpse
of corridors in radiance
between worlds
heat,emotion,touch,sound
all lost in the longing
to walk soundless
nudging past your temples
with my hands
the pool of logic
… purls,
and I see all
with the reach
of a great horned owl
Categories:
purls, life, mystery
Form: Blank verse
Elegant snowy
Plumage pristine
Pale arched neck
From dew drops gleam
Feathers like ancient
Intricate lace
Silently gliding;
Tiny purls cross the water’s face
Velvet warmth hovers
Within hidden down
Delicate head poised
With an invisible crown
Vast powerful wings
Unfold and unfurl
Testing the morning air
As cool waters swirl
About your buoyant graceful frame
Timeless sweet symphony
Reflected in one refrain
Categories:
purls, nature,
Form: Rhyme