fireflies flit around
bearing miniscule lanterns~
scintillas of light
April.6.2023
A New Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Categories:
scintillas, flying, insect, light,
Form: Haiku
Faint flame emergent from neurotransmitters.
The brain, a torch arranging patterns of awareness,
patterns of recall, encounters, adventures, and ordeals.
Covert consciousness realized in coma patients,
detected in vegetative invalids by the analyzers
of EEGs, the probers of the mind.
Bedridden with no signs of life,
These sufferers were long thought braindead.
The only question; when to withdraw life support.
But our deepest traces do often linger with immobility.
Our hardly perceptible scintillas send measurable signals.
They offer no bodily changes, no responses to cues.
They never give themselves away in behaviors.
Yet, science now knows them as genuine.
Are these the souls and ghosts felt by our ancestors?
Are these the wraiths and apparitions feared
by so many?
Created from the temporal, assembled from
life, is their structure entirely in the mind?
Maybe part of their energy resides in other realms,
places in and out of which they drift at our death.
Accepted for publication: The Opiate Journal, spring 2023
Categories:
scintillas, death, life, memory, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Fireworks Celebrations
Gathered ‘neath the cover of the fading light
Resting on blankets – summer celebration
Eyes from many lands look up for fire bloom sights
Remembering the birth pains of a nation.
Resting on blankets – summer celebration
Red rockets blast scintillas exploding joy -
Remembering the birth pains of a nation
Spacious skies embrace delight - glee to employ.
Red rockets blast scintillas of exploding joy
Eyes from many lands look up for fire bloom sights
Spacious skies embrace delight - glee to employ
Gathered ‘neath the cover of the fading light.
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Contest: Fireworks
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
scintillas, celebration, firework, happiness, holiday,
Form: Pantoum
Mist of Moonlight Fantasy
Ludwig~
Shimmering waves of arching arpeggios
Grace the first moments
Of your moonlight child;
Mysterious conception
Hidden in fleeting legends
Of a composition enraptured by blindness
Or love
Mystical as white shadows
On ebony
Dripping with dedication
Or sheer clouds that veil round fullness -
A dreamy maiden of pale passionate
Quasi fantasy
Wandering between grieving illusion
And figments of yearning;
Shapeless minor moon moods,
Like velvet blue vespers,
Rise up as scintillas
To ride
On wisps of major melody
In notes
Of fragile all consuming passion
Grasping at moonbeams
Of melody from borrowed light -
Descending fancy now flees
From the resolution
In the inevitable dawn.
Ludwig ~
Here your ears still hear
Moonlight rhapsodies
In a sonata by a waltzing river blue.
Categories:
scintillas, dedication, love, moon, music,
Form: Ekphrasis
Soothing scintillas
Do kiss an impuissant swain
In weird, wintry pain.
England seems hoary--
Throttling cold untold lashes
The land of glory.
Categories:
scintillas, winter,
Form: Haiku
Pitch-black night—
scintillas of supernal light
coalesced before my
uncomprehending eyes,
opened wide to survey
endless deep.
Heaven’s milky path ablaze,
as never I had glimpsed—
the Galaxy—
remote, yet beckoning.
I spread puny arms
in tremulous embrace.
Slight murmur—
ineffable—imponderably deep.
And I seemed to hear:
“Gaze a moment more,
and I will thwart your insanity,”
for I was overwhelmed.
6th Place, Brief Unforgettable Moment, Nette Onclaud
Categories:
scintillas, beauty, creation, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Serendipity happened
As the dancer communed
Poet's scintillas and muse
Enchanting poetic expression
Dances like wind-tossed Dandelion
Fragrant perfume infuse
Summery, sumptuous person
Gifted poet whose poems not homespun
Whose words hearts seduce___
Sponsor:Cyndi MacMillan
Contestz; Netted By Words
Inspiration from:
Moonlight Ballerinas
Nette's presence is missed..
Categories:
scintillas, friendship, inspirational, life,
Form: Tail-rhyme
THIS WAS YOUR POETRY MUSE
Summer’s florid abundance of colour and spice;
Or maybe winter’s pristine scintillas of ice;
Children just being children; or cats at play
On some sad wet lifeless day.
Your imagery though costly was bountiful
Your inspiration was profitable and plentiful.
But it’s not how much you paid
Or how much you had assistance and aid.
Or how much you were dismayed
When you wrote your serenade
And hoped it wouldn’t fade.
You don’t need to even think twice :
It’s how close you stuck to the mode,
How well you knew the poetry way
And humbly travelled the poetry road:
And treated your words as creatures beautiful
Conforming to the poetry code.
It’s not how much profit you made:
But how much was still ode.
Categories:
scintillas, poetry,
Form: Ode