Storm, hurricane, tempest, tornado, levantera, gale
Like shape-shifting werewolves and vampire wells, you whirlpool.
With gold, silver, and coal sand screens, the environs you veil
Like rounded, sub-rounded, mushroom-shaped mountains, you stand cool.
By building walls of dust and debris, you hold your head high.
In circular, curved, spherical, and ring-shaped rotations
Like Shanghai or Lotte, are you trying to touch the sky?
Have your roaring, drumming, and hissing themes got notations?
Burying seeds, ceasing seedlings, cutting crop reales
Moving particulate matters and microorganisms
Sparkling flashes of lightning and igniting thunder peals
You push humans and animals into a psychic spasm.
Amidst nature's many means of self-purification
You too have your participation in life transformation
Categories:
ring shaped, nature, storm,
Form: Sonnet
Who builds the nest of the weaver bird I ask.
Using one thousand strips of grass, it is a daunting task.
Starting with a ring-shaped frame, it accentuates his life.
Male weaver bird’s building skills determines if he gets a wife.
Categories:
ring shaped, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, those shiny brass handles, on all the doors.
The burnished gold picture frame of eternal you
so lovingly staring at me, handsome thee!
The sparkling face of of that lovely Greek watch,
which you lovingly purchased for me.
My humongous moonstone ring, shaped so like the
moon in the sky.
Only the one on my finger, so artfully etched with
eyes and a most welcoming smile.
That family owned, beloved prism-hued beach ball.
The one we take to the beach, and so fun, for all.
My etched glass dining room bowl, in scale, so utterly
divine.
It lovingly holds fresh California oranges from our
backyard, yes ours, just yours and mine!
January 30, 2020
9:30am PST
Categories:
ring shaped, beauty, imagery,
Form: Couplet
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
A sound that had an old farmilar ring
That echoed through the chambers of her mind
Growing louder with every stair she climbed.
She'd climberd these stairs a thousand times before
And knocked upon that old forbidden door
Convinced each time she'd never come again
But here she was with all her rage unchained.
From here the city churches pierced the mist
Witness to their first sinful, blissful kiss
And every sin they'd laid behind that door
Where her lust and conscience constantly waged war.
. . .
From a jewellery store...he stepped into the night
He'd convince her once again...he'd leave his wife
In a box.. a diamond ring...shaped like a pear
He closed it..and now smiling...crossed the square.
. . .
For many years she'd swallowed...all his lies
But tonight...she would finally...sever all ties
With a knife...stained with all the tears she cried.
Written: May 14th, 2018
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Categories:
ring shaped, murder, sin,
Form: Rhyme
frozen treat
sweet ring-shaped muffin
champing at the bit
11.02.16
Categories:
ring shaped, food, joy, november,
Form: Haiku