Reposing Poems | Examples

meditation

my meditation
mystical magic
a hypnotic state
listening to guides
receive messages

meditation
concentration
relaxation
my new station

reposing
slowing down
peaceful state

tranquil
calmness

rest

Sophia

Blessing
the last poem
I’m ever to write
My body
reposing
Sophia’s delight
With eyes
dimming slowly
each breath growing thin
My spark
to an Angel
— as light to begin

(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)

Ruminations

RUMINATIONS
sentiment
   glimmer
in
primitive
  gatherings
approach
  then
turn
desert
&continue
to decay
&rot

soon forgotten
reposing
in
a breadth
of fine mesh
piled high
with
translucent
half-visions
beyond
the quaint
mottled
 machinations

Sharee Lee

Sharee Lee took her milk bath in the evening, loving it so.
The neighbor knew not to disturb her, his name was Moe.
She held her honey nut cereal on her knee
Bathing and listening to music simultaneously.

Reposing her body in a meditative relaxing way.
Getting her mind and body ready to dream far away.
Moe smiled as he thought of the way she relaxed every eve.
He was more than a bit interested in this pretty girl, Sharee Lee.

Observing Leopard

Leopard looks solidly relaxed
Reposing in the top of his tree
Using binoculars, I marvel at his beauty.
Or her beauty, there is a regal magnificence about her
I wonder if she senses she is being watched.
As she licks her paws I get a weird feeling that she does not.
But then she stops and stares straight as an arrow toward me.
I stop breathing.

In Her Nest Reading

Where is Selma? I asked her mother.
You won’t believe me.
I might.

Reading in her nest.
I thought her mom meant her bed.
But her bed was empty.

Her mom led me to the den.
Selma was sprawled out, reading her I-pad.
Her body was lounging on top of pillows shaped like eggs
They were reposing on an overstuffed nest.

I thought I was spoiled! I said.
Selma laughed.

Exotic Rubenesque Bubble Nests

colorful birds enjoy their apartment in the sky
exotic island-like Rubenesque bubble nests
fowls in a variety of gorgeous colors, reposing
their plain round grass huts show them off well.

Getting a Look At the Decanter

sticky warm sanguine blood
reposing in Dracula’s crystal decanter
his bride terrified to ask whose it is
her parents have been missing for a week
his black wolf howls his displeasure when she gets close to the table
she scurries away, but not before seeing two black spiders
he always promised to transmogrify them into creatures
if they did not stop interfering
she goes to bed that night with a sad heart

Life and Death

life
purposeful planned
exciting moving learning
hearth home heaven hereafter
reposing resting resigning
anticipated allusive
death

Protected By Grandma Nora

Prayer in the form of a lullaby washes over the nursery
Quintessential feelings of hope, love and joyful expectation
The baby feels beloved, reposing into his relaxed happy emotions.
We hear it on the baby’s monitor and freeze. Who is singing?

Locking eyes, we jump from the table and run up there.
Slowly open the door. The baby is fast asleep; there is no music.
My husband and I look at our son; he is a live doll, all cuddled up.
His tummy breathing in and out rapidly, his eyelashes remarkable.

What do you think it was? My husband whispers.
I know who it was. It was my grandmother’s song; my song.
The one she sang to me when I was a baby. Nora is here, I tell him.
She must be Jerry’s guardian angel. My husband smiles and winks.

We go back to the kitchen, the song is coming through the monitor.
A song of love, a song of expectation, a song of pure joy and wonder.
We do not go back up, for we know that our baby is in the best hands.
Surrounded by the ethereal arms of an angel, my grandma Nora.

Reposing In the Natural

I will have no dirges sung at my funeral
No tear-jerking poems are to be recited,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.

Flowers I’ll appreciate your being liberal
You see, where I wound up, I’m delighted
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.

I’m inclined to favor simple things doable
No limousine, no eternal gas flame ignited
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.

I’m taking with me all my meager collateral,
If you planned to inherit don’t get excited 
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.

If you do not agree, please do not be critical
I have done my very best to be foresighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.

I suppose some will think me rather radical
But then, I’m inclined to be farsighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.

written March 25, 2022

My Zen Florida Vacation

Far away by the oceanside  I sit and watch the seagulls fly
inside a pale orange sun that has yet to warm a reposing sand
Over by the boardwalk the air still hums of yesterday's feet
two youngsters feeding pelicans perched on feathered height

The smell of fried shrimp coming out of a windowless kitchen
tall glass pina colada bottles with little umbrellas inserted in  
down by the ocean the burgundy traces of a latent sun arrives
as we sip slowly, and eat quietly, atop the hotel peer

Its as if it happened yesterday but I can still smell the French fries
wrapped in plaid red and white paper drenched in crisping oils
Pungent odors of chlorinated water from the pool now all gone
replaced by freshly shampooed hair, and lingering sun tan lotion

Wearing a linen white dress and my recently purchased mala beads
I feel more Zen in my pinky today then I felt in a lifetime my friend
far away by that ocean it was the perfect vacation without any fear  
when I stop to think of it I hope to return there some time next year.

In Memory of My Mother

I do not think of you reposing in the earth
of a cemetery, quiet and still;  I see
you working in your garden among the flowers
humming a happy tune;  I think of us together
walking through shops and markets in town
and I think of us in the kitchen sipping tea

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December 17, 2021


Poetry/Free Verse/In Memory of My Mother
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1413-543-17
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem #30
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 12/29/2021

Honorable Mention

Untitled

In your joyful time 
you would remember,
I sang for you all,
when the wilted leaves began to fall.
In the barren forest,
reposing abandoned on dry grass,
I sang for you all,
when the wilted leaves began to fall.

In your day-time journey
you would remember,
I traveled in the night
with the lamp of twilight.
I heard the other side of the river call me,
sailing on the broken boat,
I sang for you all,
when the wilted leaves began to fall.

(This is the translation of Rabindranath Tagore's untitled Bengali lyric No. 18 in section "Prem" (Love) in "Geetabitan".)

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November 21, 2021
Contest : Inspired By A Translation
Sponsor : Malabika Ray Choudhury

A Boy Dreams

reposing in deep slumber land the child breathed easily
his soul being refreshed by the nurturing of a whispery wave
soothing melody given to him by an angelic harpsichordist
blissful is his state of unconsciousness as he receives soul power

there is a genuine love for this child, as there is for all children
his spirit helpers and power animals rejuvenate him nightly
with their willowy wisps and whispers in incredibly light ways
he will awake feeling exuberant, excited, and glad. It is enough

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