"Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay."- Robert Frost
For long-gone days of my youth I lament.
Decades of gold – how quickly they were spent!
And now the autumn’s chill has taken hold.
The grip it has on me can’t be controlled.
Florescent spring, when sunshine kissed my face -
oh, the many dreams I used to embrace.
Innocent was I, thinking I knew of truth
in that sweet, fresh blossoming of my youth.
Joyous moments I collected have blurred;
their melody rallentando I’ve heard.
A rose on fall’s hedge, I will wilt away,
joining lost loved ones some glorious day.
Categories:
rallentando, youth,
Form: Elegy
Contrasting and full of range.
He featured styles that were
in tuned to her octaves.
She wished him to shine to
show a world her discussion making
abilities. She knew that her range
her assignment would be to
convince him to agree to a point
in the song where
her low range would be answered with
his higher range
her low ooh would be answered
with her higher ooh
until they reached the section of
the piece where the tempo of the
song changed. Octaves to
describe rallentando to
accelerando or vice versa. He would
have to understand and
agree:
to make the rendesion the best
interpretation of a rendering of
the piece. They would talk it over
in a horse and buggy to assure the
gentlemen that she was honest and
sincere. The virtuosity of the man
is all she demands.
To There Own Ambition
Black salsa with garlic and cilantro
with charred green onions
and Ribeye steaks
Sourdough yeast rolls
Garlic parmesan and cream rice pilaf
w/ toasted pine nuts and pancetta
Blackberry and Molten Chocolate souffle'
w/ vanilla ice-cream
with Muscat de-Beaurmes de Venise
A smile might began the evening.
Categories:
rallentando, business, engagement, music, repetition,
Form: Ballade
Grey skies, bare branch silhouettes
frondescence, dormant magic
within them.
Wing footed -winter arrives
brilliant with frost flowers
Rallentando- raindrops to snowflakes
Cobwebs motif into an ice lattice
Star thistles gleam with brittle echoes
and everywhere is quiet - white realms
A winter collage, brighter than starlight
Fills our heart with forest- flower dreams
Categories:
rallentando, beauty, nature, seasons, winter,
Form: Free verse
I yearn for when my troubles were as frost flowers; when the intermittent wresting
of my inner strings was natural , a part of growing up, and when, from tender stem ,
there emerged feelings of confliction that whirled into a strange collage-puberty's
design. But whether my ordeals then were unique, like the latticework of
snowflakes, or as simple as a raindrop on my pane, each one, wing footed,
eventually melted from my mind.
Later came the common plagues: marital discord, effects of growing old and other
irritations, weeds I plucked and dandelion fluff I blew away. These I could abide.
But other winters passing now have brought trials which are as a thorny web.
In unexpected times of drought, from seemingly nowhere. . . they sprout. Star
Thistles (over which I've no control) come time and time again to prick my soul.
Unlike the fleeting flowers of frondescent youth (whose memory retains for me some
beauty), these thistles of infliction are both ugly and unyielding. Surrounding me are
melancholy notes, and though the melody is rallentando, I think this dirge may
never have an end.
For Catie Lindsey's "Dark Prose" Contest
Categories:
rallentando, lifeme, time,
Form: Prose Poetry