Short Diurnal Poems
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our words
evaporate
upon the wind-
unremembered by thee
and me-
letters
languish in
drawers..forgotten-
art ,pictured diurnal..
we see
Bumped between summer sweat and winter wallop ~ Fall’s gilded glory glows
Drowsy diurnal dreams drop like raindrips ~ from my quenching quill
waves shape ocean's floor
diurnal, nocturnal sea
stagnant never once
(February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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MOON sequins in horizon diffuse
MORN sky radiates shifting hues
BORN of rays of the rising sun
BURN as the spent day is done
TURN of time wheel ruffles scene
TORN is the fabric of diurnal screen
shackled
daily wager
sweat of brow not so sweet
muscle and sinews strain, work out
to earn dough for bread, and to work out, too
cyclic diurnal grind of life
cliched, i know, but true
god's creation
enchained
Painted kestrel, ruddy hawk
Booted eagle, stoop and stalk
Pigeon here and pigeon gone
Blood and feathers stain the dawn
Prairie falcon, osprey, owl
Diurnal hunts, nightly prowls
Raptor in the endless sky
My soul soars with you as you fly
Remembrance, you glance, glittering rise of
Rivulet moans. Voice cleared the chattering.
Body of bird brushing diurnal clouds.
Coming down and the stars to comfort you.
1-11-23, sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Bite Size Contest no59 Poetry Contest.
These images afore my slumbering eyes,
the whimsical, nonsense scenes
quickly morph into the
two headed demon
that hastens the pulse
and terrorizes the soul.
Even when awake,
I cannot shake
the panic instilled.
So I lay awake
counting the stars
in my head.
Near North Side: Chicago
Where will the lovely lady go
on her diurnal walk?
One child in 30 years she bore,
now they do not talk.
Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
young men wheel and gawk.
A husband left her money, though,
a poodle, too, to walk.
Donal Mahoney
Night lay in deep, mournful silence,
Quiet without life’s sweet presence.
Shadows moved brutally monstrous.
Arrows of fear dashed horrendous.
Soon darkness from the earth moved out.
Moon went to its secret hide out.
Sun came on his diurnal shift.
Fun it was to watch snow clouds drift.
Ringtail lemurs in Madagascar
Do not travel alone or very far
They hunt in groups, close to the ground.
Seen by few, but quite easily found
Ringtail lemurs weighing less than five pound
Running around foraging, their tummies are round.
Diurnal of course, which means they sleep at night
But are awake and conversing during happy daylight
Greet this lovely morn!
A bright day is born.
Sun is on diurnal shift
Birds take on their wing
Soaring high, they sing.
In the sky, vagrant clouds drift.
The dale, dressed in style
Fragrant flowers smile
In me waves of pure joy rise.
Wind tousles my curls
Great beauty unfurls
Here’s another paradise!
A misunderstanding did my thinking seal-
I had no human fears
Vah seemed like a misunderstander
The touch and think of my
Past makes me anger-
Vah may be mercy or kind
Rolled the emotions in diurnal core
With like a needle it fierce me
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry.............
All them famous, very gorgeous
Shining knights and splendid damsels
Some of them in big distress…
Showing dresses, shoes, toxedos
Bow ties and current trends…
All them talking, saying nothing
That pertains to common folk…
Everyday diurnal struggles…
Still amusing and worth watching
Fascinating gorgeous damsels…
Shining knights in bow ties…
the cinnabar moth
a summer diurnal one
check out the ragwort
peppermint stands
mint moths' abundant tiny
summer potatoes
a rambling rose
buds showing waiting to burst
a flowerfly drones
bees not many
some burrowers one or two
campion self-seeds
tis the morrow morn
west is the forecasted wind
southwest for the swifts
Too light for night, too dark for day,
Dusk is in-between,
The time when those out walking
Without lanterns aren't seen.
Diurnal creatures settle down;
Nocturnal ones awake.
The sun and moon catch 40 winks
And give themselves a break.
Unlike the dawn, a spookiness
Gives dusk a tinge of fear,
A feeling that, just out of sight,
Some evil creatures leer.
Salvation of hollow-burrow, spaceful for life,
hiding and appearing engaged that day.
Seven Sleepers, unwanted companions,
pardoners, neither demigod-cyborg nor god.
Peaceful in retreat of folding nocturnal-diurnal.
Contemplation bleached the sinners,
restraining lust, abstinence for circular bell tolls.
The Cavern's Sleepers,
Sophia of hibernation,
tapa Barata.
My stomach
It remains in knots
Never undoing the harness
Of fear that grows eternally internal
My mind
Wishes to make real
Dreams of solution and growth
That exist forever nocturnal and diurnal
My heart
Only wishes the best
Where family and house in order
Would be true and live then successful
But alas
Life isn’t easy
As day forces its way
Into the mind and body making it stressful
Form:
If I close my eyes and listen
I can hear drops of sunlight
Landing gently on the fuzzy
Upturned petals of the flowers.
The leaves occasionally quiver
Under the weightless impact
Of the diurnal occurrence.
A breeze wafts by and delicately
Shakes the tiny drops loose.
They fall with an imperceptible sound,
And yet, in the melody of their falling
I can hear your voice saying
“ I love you. “
short-eared durham owl
meditating over the dale's edge,
shadows the fields and folds
in elegant diurnal flight.
on windside,careful sight
may swoop to prey
and away.
your yellow broad-eyed look,
at once both sharp and distant,
holds me.
oh,silence,
oh ,wind on green,
oh. earth,
sky.
immense your held vision,
sphere without centre,
pied geometer of flight,
sketch your descent and ascent.
trees bunched by dry stone wall
call heart home.
From the pitch-blackness of the night
city lights glow like yellow stars
gorging dollops of dark matter
from an artificial universe.
Where luminescence disappears
then reappears differently
in magnitude and location
Each having their own tales to tell
both real and imaginary.
Dawn arrives and they fade from view
their nightly relevance worthless
in a world of bright beginnings
until diurnal hours wind down
and their brilliance shine once again.
Tho join holly the sample is data
Diurnal, in cheek by jowl site
Intimacy is over deeds by, in bliss
Gloss your eyes of tender
Special in upon pulling out love
In sharp finding of a sett
Than winds not mussing yours hear
As mailing from the heart
Known than you’re sensed, a site
Where to chair of peace
Up bliss carry in your soul
Known than galloping for
Thy site own tho “by foresees ”
Endo vowed soul: in heaven
From the soil tho’ free swing!
A SONNET FOR A FRIEND IMAGINARY...
A poem for my friend imaginary,
His face I would so love to see,
Forever to chat in our minds,
Loving me since the dawn of time,
In each other's arms we entwine,
As if we always love divine,
In our dreams we sit and laze
A loving way to spend our days,
I would so love him to embrace,
Even to see his smiling face,
He is such a reassuring man,
leading me to hold his hand,
He appears in mind diurnal,
Our love appear eternal.