Short Mantles Poems
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Wishes for magic
stored in an innocent mind.
Stockings on mantles,
sharing Christmas joy and mirth,
never happened in our home.
Connie Marcum Wong © December 5, 2011
For Russell Sivey’s Christmas Stockings Tribute
Whiteness on leaves
blood in threes
warriors and companions lie in the dirt
i heard a story
about men and glory
but no words could ever bring them back
i hear their song
for their deeds i long
but armor rusts over the years
no mantles to praise
no spirits to raise
the age of heroism has ended
Form:
Under the light of a bright sunshine,
Sailing soft in the gallant wind,
Peaceful joys in acrobatic style.
Speckles of pearl, blend of rainbow,
Stylish lovers after perfume of them flowers,
Lullaby love songs, crooned in the jiggly wind.
Bright colours in their mantles,
As they hover in search for more,
And pretty flowers, they wave as they skim away.
Those sparse promises are put to bed
Yet they ripen like a lie
The County Kingdom
is made from last years chancers
Darkened coaches reach their destination
Our smokey trails
are honed like marbled mantles
Predictable success are nothing
compared to the chirping of the birds
Call Summer a lie
Those bright mornings
folds its wings and flies
I cannot sleep
BEAUTIFUL LOSERS
Clandestine candelabra pure and pristine
play with shadows on the walls
where perception is deceit
Golden mantles passionate back drop imbues
fragrance breath through smooth tresses
black dresses unzip discreet
Observing through miasmas of smoke vapors
invidiously neatly seated
eyes covet eluded defeat
Times bygone
Beautiful
Losers
© Kim van Breda- 6 August 2014
The good times, and the fitness
In albums bearing witness
Has no bearing on the test
That decrees eternal rest.
The stakes are risen rather
Though merits wisely gathered
Like, kindness to our kin,
For example, is a win.
Spreading random love
Should also score Above
While charities, well spent,
Ensures a rich ascent.
In any case, they’ll place
On the mantles, our face
Then frolic near the shelf
Making memories of self.
AFTER SNOW MELT
Their burden shed, trees now svelte -
Hidden beauties in luxuriant fir mantles
Stripped, sunning in balm light.
Grass, spruce, stream,
Once blank and touchless,
Crowd together, tactile, seamless.
Tall knolls the Leveller had smoothed
Shallow hollows had smothered ;
Landscape has fresh verticality.
Waking birds fill the sleepy silence.
Skyful white replaced by blue vault.
God has lost his achromacy.
Softest haze mantles the night amid twilights first born hours.
Dew all drenching, encroach, caress the springs first waking flowers.
Mists so gently kiss the foliage of a garden fair, as one comes hither
purest rose adorns her silken hair.
Shift of satin, unkempt curls, she steps with even grace.
Eyes of lonely, haunting beauty, beset by youthful face.
Tranquility abounds around her in vividly elusive dreams.
When awoken, shattered then.... as nothings what it seems.
Languishing in liminal limbo
Feathers fray before striking harmony
Tidal waves in my brain have ebbed and
Flowed, expanded and contracted guiding
Wings of my astral soul across desolation;
Precursors upon mantles with no equal
Sentinels of sanguine, like the Kings Guard
Watching over my journey, Angels cradling
My thoughts and deeds push
Sometimes pull
The look on her face
Liquid
The Cardinals
Daybreak song!
I was once in gaze,
my swaddling robes
were saffron fibers
and interlaced
my skin
a nebula
driftless
I pulsed,
and every eve
was a glimmer
circling a necropolis
of double-stars
alone,
apart from the mosaic
finally,galaxies away
I fell from the firmament
my trajectory
earth
swathed now in mantles of dirt
moss grows between my toes
I pulse with life again
while the colour’s
of being earthbound
bind me,
my skin interlaced again
in Technicolor