Short Lengthening Poems
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see him
west
ahead
faster than sun
see you
east
behind
just beyond
lengthening shadow
stand still
ninth hour
watching
both ways
It's here,it's everywhere
Fogging up the place
Crowding up my space
Echoing in my mind
lengthening the time
What's here,nothing only
#So lonely
Form:
Twilight tinsels design lattice defined
by light and darkness intertwined.
In surreal scene of sublime show,
lengthening shadows dance in afterglow.
Michael Degenhardt noted the short count for my first Pine and Pond haiku posted today.
Here is a possible revision:
Pine beside the pond
Shadow across the water
Lengthening the days
Hair falling off his scissors
Stopping the lengthening
But not the aging
Blackening hair with his dye
Stopping the whitening
But not the hair dropping
As the system of nature is
Irreversible
Topsy turvy lives,
we lead.
We rare ones,
a special breed,
not all can be.
Sunrise is sleep,
mid-day slumber.
The moon, our luminary.
We awaken
with lengthening shadows.
Hallway haunters are we.
Thus will the pagans party
knowing cold cannot
defeat their sun
cheer wildly
as lengthening shadows
strain
to touch the symbol
of their joy
once more mark
the return
of their sun
John G. Lawless
12/21/2020
undulating mounds of snow and ice
with fissures arches and caves
give way to an ever lengthening day
before a golden sunset
the chrysalis of spring
begins to crumble
an intrepid tulip springs forth
poking
through a blanket of snow
Surrounded in primeval wood,
In awe of fern, and flower--
I attempted to delay the night
By lengthening the hour.
That day might last a minute more,
Till my pondering was done--
Delaying, and for beauty's sake,
The setting of the sun.
golden hour..
as afternoon darkens
lengthening shadows
bright indistinction
fading to boundaries
deepening feelings of
past times and
bittersweet joys
this storyline
words of emptiness
love expressing
golden hour...
hotdog
bun lengthening
juicy sizzling fresh
grilling boiling firepit cold
campout
prosaic
reality
lengthening
fading
the sensory
alluring
musing
bewildering
in
lucidity
adopts
a
radiated
aura
a paradox
close
&intimate
yet
inexpressible
profound
shadowy
&persuasive
sublime
inert
passive
She comes gradually every June.
And hides behind the summer moon.
Shines on us with brightness and glee
Forgetting that darkness wants to be.
Knocking routine and time assunder,
Waking us up in awe and wonder.
Lengthening days and warming hearts
Til Autumn comes and she departs.
I no longer use my head, and have a lengthening face.
I barely belong to the human race.
I don't think it's normal or a matter of course,
that in the fullness of time, I should become a horse.
Yet, if it's come to this, on this strange day,
don't sit there. Saddle me up and feed me hay.
A single white rose
remains in her garden
as if guarding her last breath
and the laugh that lightened
a garden into a legendary
sanctuary of sacred place,
lengthening time
and creating memories
of precious moments
that passing time cannot erase~
still marked to remind
by a single white rose.
In the sordid sky above my wasteland life,
clumps of gloomy cloud hovered glossless.
In their lengthening shadow,
a desert grew in my desiccated being.
In the dune of my devout desire,
God made an oasis for me.
______________
April 26, 2023
Contest : Bite Size Contest No. 62
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
shimmering shafts of thin shivering light
streak through and softly shred behind me
the whole length of my lengthening shadow,
as I face the breath-taking, blood-red horizon
of the darkening dusk, and as I gaze grateful
at the heaving halo of the sleepy, sunken sun.
Like a frightened mouse, away he darted,
but he's soon back to where he first started;
and furtively he glances back in fear,
distant, lengthening shadows drawing near;
his confidence torn to shreds and tatters,
only being scared now crucially matters!
Before the day turns into night
Bullfrogs quietly rehearse their “harrumphs”
Dragonflies draw slowly closer to shore
Mosquitoes hone their epees
Bats line the runway awaiting take off
In the lengthening shadows an owl rolls its neck
As field mice roll the dice
A lone muskrat leaves no wake
The marshlands chorus warms up
Iike I dimly recall now
gratefully doing long ago,
once again I shall gladly bask
in the faint light, heaving halo
of the sunken summer sun
as thin shimmering shafts
cut my lengthening shadow,
but there was a time I guess
I was happily shadowless !
Shadows of Evening
Distinct and lengthening
Shadows of evening
Allow a discernment of
What by habit we notice
As separate: we and shadows
And an external fading light..
Herein lies an evening insight:
We seem to live as shadow
Not recognizing that we are
Not formed without Light
And we..as shadow..are
Only shading of Light...
Something in the historian slant
of the mind instinctively mulls over
ever-lengthening, darkening shadows
of all that comes to pass and fades away.
Its pondering, contemplative yet leisurely,
soaks in the acute clarity of the present
then watches it recede and trail behind
to form part of the landscape of hindsight.
An afternoon prepares you
with lengthening shadows
that cool and leave
you listening to the hum
of air alive with wings
lifting to where
somber canopies open to sky
and in the evening
with stirrings that stretch
in the corners of your quiet
and there, under moonlight,
you hear its trembling presence
drawing closer, closer,
yet never near enough
to reach.
On the twilight backdrop rinsed by the rays of the setting sun,
where I give the final strokes of brush on the edge of canvas,
my landscape is illuminated by the divine glow of eternal light,
and I see me in the lengthening shadow bigger than myself.
(Stanza taken from : Something Bigger Than Myself)
October 28, 2020
Contest : Liberum Divisa 2
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
The day is brrrry.
I stay inside, drive everywhere I go.
Longing for my birthday,
Groundhog's Day,
and all that comes after.
The melting, the warmer winds,
the lengthening days,
the things that bring
the depressed spirit back to life.
Window-staring,
watching the layered, coated people
walk shivering on the sidewalk.
It's almost time.
The season of shorts will soon arrive.
1/22/2013