the slowing of life_
eyes stare beyond this world
oh, the last gasp ~
then, the silence
the thundering quiet
a loved person now becomes "the body"
the soul has left
a stone statue reposes
I weep ...
my grief forever to be
the old mill reposes in the middle of the peppered autumn trees
spruced up under the jurisdiction of golden, yellow, red, maples
the scene cannot be captured in a photograph, it is soul searing
My throat clogs up and I gasp, full of childhood memories
I sit at the edge and watch the revolving spokes of the water wheel
the mini falls splash and dance at my feet; I inhale the scent of the woods
September has never felt so welcoming and loving
Tears dance in my eyes, as I am overcome with nostalgia and hope.
The last time I was here I thought I knew about the world
Traveling for the last thirty years proved that I knew nothing
Forgetting the feel of this sanctuary, of my roots
I give praise to God that He allowed me to return home.
She's freer now
she spends her time
on the wherewithal
Through the bastions of yesterday
she prays for brighter days
She wrote me a letter
questions of sand
a matter of the heart
reposes a promise
comet like she smiles
Through concrete glades
a vetch on the hill
she is restoring yellow
Quiescence 2-6-24
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Quiescent
Snowfall resonates in unison’s octaves,
In low tones of falling flakes’ pink vibrations,
Waterfalls of snowflakes in gentle billows
Pulse in halcyon –
The resting heartbeat of dozing snowflowers.
Feathery gifts from the unselfish heavens,
Unhurried stillness
Hushed drifts,
Suspended between half light and vesper veils
In reposes of resolved hibernation.
Hypnotic hum of drifting hues, soothing bleakness,
Lingers through broadbands of snowy calm,
Like floating tides of resolution,
Lays hands on unsettled winds
And the flushed pulse of whiteouts.
In shades of snowbound solitude,
Drawn into the spellbound cadence
Of snowfall reveries' vital signs,
Breath slows into mesmerizing harmony,
Sinking into the hush to banish blizzards.
Offer roses for any needs-- bloomed rosebuds from prayed rosary beads.
A poor holy soul reposes-- from our Little Crown of Roses.
We must pray a whole rose garden, to help sinners' hearts not harden!
And keep in our hearts the pure priest, with white roses of prayer increased.
Plus don't forget the Chaplet too, and Consecration prayers renew...
A lovely mango flower,
Reposes,
In a porcelain vase,
As if it has run away,
From its moonkissed,
garden,
And gala of stars,
Overwhelmed,
By its clusters,
Porcelain vase,
With,
an,
enchanted,
mango,
Flower,
You caress,
A magic,
Of,
Enchantment,
Fruit of petals,
Sensual midnights,
Vineyard waves,
That dances,
In,
A sweet,
deep,
loving,
Stillness
Reynaldo Casison
The crimson sunrise sets the horizon on fire,
dawning the day of the simmering summer.
The singed hues turn to ash in the smoky sky,
shrouding the detritus of the desiccated cloud.
Sensual hot winds blow across the meadow,
over parched trees, bracing the leaning leaves,
absorbing the scorching sunburst arid splash,
in the shelter of their shade reposes my reverie.
On the rippling southern wind in tinted twilight,
wafts the warm tinge that the dusk sprinkles
on my blank canvas I get from departed spring,
I paint the pristine panorama of summer solace.
With dulcet moondust dancing in divine delight,
sparkle of satin night drizzles through balmy air
on rhapsodic waves of my mind’s sensuous sea,
where I sail on rolling rhythm of summer sonata.
______________
April 23, 2022
For A Brian Strand Standard Choice Contest
I wandered through the garden weary
Tracing her steps among the roses,
Feeling her presence here I grew teary
The scent of her perfume fondly reposes.
Though she no longer tends the flowers
Or walks these paths worn by her feet,
She tends blossoms now in ivory towers
Waits patiently until once again we meet.
written October 22, 2021
Eilidh, Oh radiant one as your name imparts
You left too soon for our broken hearts
We miss your smile and impish ways
And how you brightened up the gloomiest days
Loved child of God in Heaven reposes
In gardens of lilacs and the sweet scent of roses
Playing with others as you never could here
Flying among the stars without ever a care
Waiting so patiently for those you love
Knowing they’ll be there soon enough
So keep the faith down here on earth
We never die, just transit this birth
Into God’s realm of Peace and Love
©Deborah M. Kelly
June 22, 2021
Sweet faerie reposes on mushy roof of a mushroom house
Swinging her legs in a casual, happy, carefree faerie way
Brownies gather around, watching, smiling, laughing
They have not seen a faerie since 1984, twenty-seven years ago
There is a joyfulness about the meadow today, creatures are frolicking
Newborn bunnies hop out to take a peek at this beloved visitor
Sparrows, robins and wrens briefly swoop past to take a glimpse
Butterflies and grasshoppers flit and flirt and dance with delight
A faerie visit on August fourth, what a marvelous sign!
Woodlands is alive with birdsong, trills, tweets and toots
One small faerie has changed the ambiance of the meadow
They cannot wait to find out what she is doing here….
Miles are long, darkness is deep,
But he has promises to keep.
Until then he shall not sleep.
He slumbers in bed while angels weep
The distance is leagues and eons-long
The pale moonlight is but a somber song
On Raven wings, dreams take flight
To the horizon edge, he sweeps
To the gilded edge of creation, he glides
Upon Oblivion his mind rides
There are miles long, dark and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He languishes in bed while spirits weep
While roads that are traveled less upon
As the moon has a gossamer face
On raven's talons secrets bleed
On empires shores soon he goes
Black sand between toes, seep
He stands and stares into the face of divinity
Miles are long.
Darkness is deep,
Nevertheless, he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He reposes in bed while seraphim weep
As Her Beauty Rivals Red, Red Roses
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Dare the dawn admire her beauty
For morn needs its fairest queen
To live and love is life's duty
Her eyes bright shimmering green.
As moon's glow highlights her dancing
And heavens above her twirls
One's mind thinks of sweet romancing
Her face and long flowing curls.
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-14-2021
Romanticism, ( Images, Beauty, Romance And Dreams )
Note:
I have seen this vision on lonely nights
Its promise a true treasure to desire
Those falling tears, at its vanishing sight
Breathes as does sadness at funeral pyres.
Note- I did find that much needed inspiration today....
The trees sway to the dance of the wind
Lightening strikes and crawls the skin
From the graves, the spirits do wallow
fuming against nature and what is to follow.
The owl hoots it's melody
screeching off a bat it had for company
unperturbed by nature's rampage,
Sizzling along in its heinous carnage.
The hedgehog reposes in gloom
Mystified by nature's pending doom
forgetting the gnawing of hunger
it's only concern, to brave the thunder.
The Down finally unravels
Pausing the fierce side of nature's travels,
Spitting out the cherished rays
and exciting the birds to whistle in many ways.
The hedgehog emerges in high fettle
Nudging off the droplets from its bristle
basking in the glory of sunlight
and running hither thither in delight.
Fallen trees tell yesterday's pitiable story
But today's rays depicts another glory
and while the Owl may sleep on different places,
the hedgehog is still oblivious of nature's faces
© Temajung Michael T.
sultry siren soft whispers this night
sweetly singing her hypnotic score-
echoes keep my heart from fright
logic dispelled and so much more.
goddess of my dreams drifting near
a melodic chant swirls soothing me-
swift this embrace makes it clear
love that’s divine in her eyes I see.
creature of loving brings me where
thoughtful reposes drift in dreams-
sighing gently a mesmerizing stare
her touch hot thunder so it seems.
breathing her rapturous flowers in
soft gently caressing her body bare-
ease into a trance dance hot within
love’s opiate mist filling the air.
fervent touches soft passionate sigh
thunderous like waves often can be-
under the gaze of the moon so high
a song so sweet, this joyful revelry.
crimson loins delirious white heat
bodies embracing anxiously meet-
hot opiates deed hypnotizes again
sublimely serene subsides so then.
we never again suffer a lonely day
replete in this dream we shall stay-
to love eternal until cosmic dust
within together ever stay we must.
(click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)
In lengthening slumberous reposes lies
Dickens' sterling pen under bluish skies;
And through them gloats deathless sun,
Taunting all that under his embers burn.
No more savoring of Oliver’s twisty trials
In doleful dints and extra-nuanced miles;
Nor shall of tested Nell all posterity hear,
Cooed in sweetly plaintive rhythms dear.
Nicholas Nickleby's adventures now
Must halt and take a somnolent bow,
And leave us at Muse’s orphan gate,
Slow to hug our stark bereaving fate.
Whence comes a defter pen to tell
Copperfield's youth and pupil spell,
By stingy virtue ridden through cry
And toil with dismal affection nigh?
Stung reader must content themselves
With ancient writs mute on dull shelves,
And with relish cherish and revive tales
Mid-voyage drowned by muffling gales.
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