Short Burnishing Poems
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clouds drift through halos
burnishing sienna cliffs --
shady dale cups rain
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 1, 2012
smoothness
imbued with character
his essence
imbedded deeply
in every crevice
sweet oils
of everyday labor
lubricating
its monotony
burnishing
the hard patina
of life
©6/29/2018
for Patina Poetry Contest
Fiery furnace, fiery furnace
burnishing twilight's stellar
space,
my soul soared to snug a
star
but you left on me a scar;
never to bank on dark
trance,
my love now dread your
dew-dance.
Fiery funace, fiery fiery
furnace
burnishing twilight's stellar
space.
Thoughts of paradise
Swiftly diminish
Into melancholy memories…
Each gripping steadfastly
Romantic eyes of then and someday
Burnishing our hushed moments of fantasy…
Letting us elude our todays
Which initially, divine in desire
Converts into yearning soon enough…
ON THE SHORE
Standing on the shore as if rooted in rock
I face the stinging salt sea spray
tasting like tears on my cheek
burnishing my grief to granite
which endures beyond the tides
and does not obey the moon
The wind wails in a wild gypsy voice
My heart answers with your name
O’ my Sun,
you bestow me the ray, to live…
to love…
You shine over the drought-land
of my heart…
making it prolific…
to dream
my beam!
Stay burnishing over me
all the days & nights
all the seasons & instants…
without winking for
a whilst…
09:42 pm | Sunday, June 7, 2019
The sun has lifted
the weight of my day,
and sweeps gloom away,
burnishing each cloud
with bright golden rays
A dreary day,
and weary me,
finds glory in
divine display
Gold unfolds,
over the
horizon...
where I
see the
light
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Inspired By Dr. Ram's Contest: "Hope" Diminished Hexaverse
1/8/15
Thoughts juggle aspect of your character
Defining your perfections
Spotlights burnishing on curves
I dare to turn my attention
As your love walks a tight rope
While balancing a gorgeous smile on the index
And the wit of charisma on the ring finger
My heart gasps to see your charm do precarious acrobatics
Till realization reminds me your beauty skin deep,
origins of the soul
You are my circus
Good night to the smiling
moon asia land burnishing the
seascapes of you and me,
strokes of soapy filled waves
washing the shore brandishing
white sand, gleaming.
I was here before, with you and
you and you.
Twisting and scraping our way
like crustaceans lifting ourselves
parts one over the other till we no
longer were the sea but the limbs
on trees dropping seeds back through
the crusts of time.