Short Finespun Poems
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When you and I were one,
A lifetime of joy cached,
Us dancing neath the sun
With passion unabashed,
Fond filaments finespun,
Golden memories stashed.
1st February 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 60"
Categories:
finespun, memory, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
ETHEREAL
‘Ethereal’ must have been invented
To describe my lady’s beauty
Hair, finespun with hint of curl;
Eyes, deepest hazel, smouldering.
Regal bearing, head held high,
Elegance epitomized.
And today I’m feeling fancy-free.
Last night I’m sure she smiled at me.
Categories:
finespun, beauty,
Form:
Acrostic
Dress my dreams agleam your soft sterling tiffany
on chiffon cream moonbeams fly your mused rapture.
In glimmers so shimmers swooned stream’s epiphany
of silky words cashmere.. dream’s cocoon.. you capture.
Susan Ashley
October 3, 2020
N/A
Stanza from: With Finespun Fingers; November 24, 2017
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 8
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Categories:
finespun, dream, imagery, inspiration, muse, romantic, sensual, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Shadows
rain shadows flow like silk scarves across the tapestry of silver dawn
rain shadows on leaves
thin silhouette signatures ~
day takes a shower
Grey shadows cloud the daybreak sky
Dusting the dawn with pensive sighs
In plaintive coos doves call the sun
To chase the gloom as day’s finespun
6/9/23
Contest: A Monoku, Haiku and Four Lines of Rhyme
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
finespun, day, rain,
Form:
Other
Spinning finespun threads
Deftly weaving silken webs.
Spider catches fly.
As tremors ripple from a beating wing.
He kills with venom in his sting.
Then spins pure silk to bind his prey.
These shrouds of death, stored in his nest.
A perfect maze, where victims do abide.
He lurks in shadows, fears the light.
Then spins his web again at eventide.
Ensnaring moths in winged flight.
Those nocturnal insects of the night.
11/ 6/ 2015.
Categories:
finespun, death,
Form:
Verse
Love may be lost in the process of age
and hidden in the miserly sunset
of life, draining like a father's cold sweat.
Oh, that you could absorb my red-hot rage
and exist in a long moment with me
as though life and love were newly begun,
as if it were lace dainty and finespun,
with hopes now aglow on a sparkling sea~
but the sea has become angry and rough
capsizing and drowning us in its wrath;
love is forgotten as death lays its path
and quietude wraps you up in a huff.
Categories:
finespun, life, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme