Frightening silence pervaded
Swelling of ground here and there
A tree adjacent the gate with a GHOSTLY stature
Unfurling a dark blanket by its broad canopy
Even birds don’t like to perch in the GODFORSAKEN place.
Except the bulging- eyed owl
A silent witness for GRIEF-STRICKEN hearts
The fibre art of GOSSAMER aglow in the sunlight
Floating gently like sailcloth
On the gates, they’re like murals of pinwheel flowers.
No gusts or downpours can annihilate it.
The gates are half-shut.
When they are fully opened,
Macabre music of GROANING erupts from the coarsened hinges.
Scent of geosmin from a freshly dug GRAVE
The tired soul along with the retired corpse
Comes again through the terminal gate.
Categories:
sailcloth, journey,
Form: Free verse
Window Gazing
Maureen Staley Cary
Might her mood be blue
like the curtain or the shade of sea
stripes on her dress
staring portside, about to take a step
through the open frame
lured by the soft lapping water,
a distant seagull, flapping sailcloth
a fleeting moment
rendered constant
on Dali’s canvas
Categories:
sailcloth, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
The new season did just start at last
slowly crept shedding its past outer
winter integument. Displaying
proudly attracting meticulous
attention with its graceful stylish
semblance. Scent of delicious greener
with elegant chromaticity,
art gallery of nature's sailcloth.
A wheelbarrow, pruning shears, shovel
and hoe parked in the backyard near a
blooming fuchsia bougainvillea
needing a trim. It frames a bedroom
window drawing attention as it
stalks up the red concrete brick tangled
with a lolled white sweet-scented jasmine
vine as it scans the highest rooftop.
A flicker of movement behind the
spiky thorns and fuchsia blooms a green
lizard scampered up the wall and vanished.
3/26/2019
Poetry Contest: Bougainvillea
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Categories:
sailcloth, flower, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse
Autumn's moon truly radiant and full
in a stippled and rapture blue sailcloth
of inward bliss. How fragile is the troth
in nature's errs that's hurled into the pull?
Alter of light dramatize trembling leaves
drifting throughout on the gravel below.
Shadows cast across the ground in repose.
Silence surge as darkness draws, heed for thieves.
Snappish breeze spring up slicing through darkness.
Wet mist and fever dew glimmer and press
earth's unturned heart yet bizarrely ageless.
Then, gently kiss in soft fading stillness.
Winters day lull in early calm slumber,
veiling life into a frosted wonder.
2/26/2019
al·ter
verb
change or cause to change in character or composition, typically in a comparatively small but significant way.
Categories:
sailcloth, imagery, weather, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Gaff rigged she leaves the bay
White sailcloth upon the mast
Captures the breath of wind
As waves chase the tide
Towards the horizon
Gaff rigged she leaves the bay
Billowing with the breeze
She tacks a sailor’s dream
White horses break gently
Upon the fine wooden keel
Gaff rigged she leaves the bay
To find the distant lands.
An in the air there comes
The sound of mermaid song
Echoes of destiny
Gaff rigged she leaves the bay
Form: Empat, Empat
Categories:
sailcloth, sea,
Form: Verse