Sepia Poems

SEPIA SEA

SEPIA SEA
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in sepia waves,
echoes of laughter linger
time’s tide pulls me back

faded photographs,
memories in sepia sea
love captured in light

In sepia shadows where my soul drowns

In sepia shadows where my soul drowns,
In the depths of misery, where silence reigns,
Yet, there blooms a serenity, a pure harmony found,
A whispered symphony, where silent dreams are bound.
In the poorest cottages, amidst dirt and decay,
My eyes see paintings hidden in despair,
Colors dance in veiled corners of the day,
My soul, with an irresistible pull, cannot

A Sepia Sadness

edges a bit frayed,
creases deeply set
                    ....in sepia sadness

limpid pools
overgrown
             …in unkempt wildness

reflect
a subtle glow
         

Sepia Hues

Autumn colours drift down like aubergine 
Catch carelessly a crimson columbine 
Chestnut leaves flutter 

Auburn tinctures drop down like treasure troves 
Gather gently from glossy golden groves 
Amber blades clutter 

Sepia hues dance down like floating planes
Amass amply those amazing remains 
Ginger fronds putter

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08.15.2020


Contest: Tail Rhyme Stanza poetry 
Sponsor: Emile Pinet 

Sepia Memories

Postcards~
tattered, old, creased;
Chiaroscuro landscapes;
Reminiscence of a story~
First love.






10 July 2020

Hon. Mention
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (7) any theme any form
Contest Judged:  7/10/2020 2:32:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Sepia Visions

Nestled in the arms of night's embrace
 I wait for grievous thoughts to fade
  as though they were bubbles popping
   one by one, in a fluted glass of champagne

When bold colored memories languish
 sepia visions distort my sorrows
  and the scars branded across my heart
   become blurred by the

Sepia-Tinted Season Is On

Sepia-tinted season is on
You are yellow and red
Crunching leaves in the lawn
Soft sun on bed



You are yellow and red
As I pick apples
Soft sun on bed
Squirrels under maples



As I pick apples
In red-and-gold forest
Squirrels under  maples
A Robin in your armrest



In red-and-gold forest
Snowy mist in air
A Robin in your armrest
A petal in your hair


Snowy mist in air
Gondola

On the Sunny Side

“A photograph on the sunny side of the mountain"

                                  There reclines a young pair,
        

Sepia Dreams

Sepia Dreams

“Let me take from this your kiss, the taste of you my lips shall miss”

So long since I held you
X’s on the calendar days…patterned of my missing
Promises made on long distant lines
and letters sent, penned of love’s smiles on sleepless nights

“My heart it finds the lonely view, of all my days away from you”

Loneliness

Sepia Star

I hold your pillow tight and wonder where you are 
perhaps the moon has borrowed you for light
Yesterday is here showing me your sepia smile 
and like a glitter star you fill my lonely night 


                   

Sepia Dreams

Sepia Dreams

“Let me take from this, your kiss, the taste of you my lips shall miss”

So long since I held you,
X’s on the calendar…patterns of my missing
Promises made on long distant lines
and letters sent, penned of love’s smiles on sleepless nights

“My heart it finds the lonely view of all my days away from you”

Loneliness now

Sepia

I repent of loss                                                   

Sepia Dreams

Sepia Dreams

“Let me take from this, your kiss, the taste of you my lips shall miss”

So long since I held you
X’s on the calendar days…patterned of my missing
Promises made on long distant lines
and letters sent, penned of love’s smiles on sleepless nights

“My heart it finds the lonely view of all my days away from you”

Loneliness

A Life In Sepia and Watercolours

When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped windows
A misty mountain with a purple hue.
All my fields were evergreen
with  flowers falling like confetti in between.
A rising sun in molten gold so bright
with shifting leaves along a riverside.

I

Sepia Tints

Each sepia frame tells on old times,
Each face a name that wears a chime.


Lasting echoes from deep silence,
From times before, set countenance.


Flip through old stack of sepia prints,
Watch mind now snack on ancient tints.


Faces of yore hint of past times,
Sepia now stores a certain mime.


One by one float quaint former glaze,
Down life's rich moat swirls

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