At a giraffe like height, with eyes in clear view, from a cold icy frosty windowsill, 3 stories high. I see a city forest full of snowy powdery pillows packed and stacked high and also patches of icicle drops. These now all drenched in a natural inked white-out made by and from winter's chest and best.
There also views of the white sheets of frozen tundra and piles of pearly, ivory, fluffy, flaky, chalky, tall mountain mounds. This causes great white high zenith peaks to greatly abound. There in the quaintest of small shy snow-bound town.
Trees are huddled and covered in pure white parka snowflake designed fleece. This creating like a blanket canvas for me the artist. Hidden in an icy little village: A living ice sculpture painting of nature's frosty experiences.
Youngsters do enjoy wintery weather games in their childhood play. Adults in this season has winter’s life priorities of plowing and snow shoveling. The town’s people chat in igloo like shops. This to have hot mint coffee with some toast and a little bit of a great boast!
A frosty winter small hometown scene: yet, a very, very, warm community feel;" and a Yule-Time dream.
Categories:
quaintest, winter,
Form: Imagism
Under a sunny divine canopy
The quaintest little village
Scattered with historic sites
Bursting with enchanted colors
Voluptuous gardens of delight
Friendly cheerful neighbors
Meander calmly without a care
Among solid stone structures
Erected with skilled masons’ care
Lending the town its charm
And regal sense of modesty
Published in my photo/poetry book ~MERRICKVILLE~ 2019
Submitted on January 10, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 9 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on October 9, 2019
Categories:
quaintest, character, community, people,
Form: Free verse
quaintest of little restaurants
sweet setting for a bit of romance
lights dimly dimmed
tables set just so
menu absolutely delightful
prices meant not to give a fright
we sat there in the corner
before long heard some kafuffle
from behind in the kitchen
it went on and on
was just relentless
we could hear
every single word
vicious tongue lashing
we figured out in time
this idyllic setting
was just a venus trap
it didn’t take us long
to gather up our things
run out as fast we could
Submitted on October 4, 2021 for "R" CONTEST, NEW OR OLD sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 2ND
Originally posted on February 20, 2019
Categories:
quaintest, anxiety, bullying, change, romantic,
Form: Free verse
I've been hanging here motionless,
for nearly two thousand years,
Beckoning thoughts oft notionless,
Rarely understood, often evoking fears.
Crumpled posture, hands out-stretched,
Cross of wood, marble, plastic, or gold,
Painted, drawn, varnished or sketched,
Infinite forms from the modern to the old.
From attended, polished, in gleeming glory,
To hung, forgotten, and collecting dust.
My presence anywhere reminds of a story,
Of humility, greatness, and evoking trust.
From the grandest and most glorious shrine,
To the quaintest, darkest, and unkempt room,
I love all not just those identifying as mine.
My mission is to give hope and be the groom.
Some engage in anticipation, others more sublime,
Still others with praise or prayer benign.
My love for all, is not limited by time.
I am the branches and you are the vine.
Categories:
quaintest, art, christian, faith, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth
Categories:
quaintest, mystery,
Form: Verse