Short Marsh Poems
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God,you told me;the world will go straight to marsh,and you can not do any thing;so,when i can't do any thing why do you want me to hold on toiling.
Cattails, sedges, papyrus, sawgrass
Fish waterfowl soundless salamanders
In soft wet interface of water and earth
Reclines the orbit of Marsh
Melancholy is a dreary morning;
hidden within our souls
like mist spread over the marsh—
upon the stagnant waters
and the treetops
that refuse to drown.
Wind kisses marsh trees
Cattail fairies dance on winds
Fly to find new home.
(January 12, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Waking up, I was blinded by the radiant, yellow sun rays;
I witnessed with awe a splendid sunrise
rising over a field of marsh marigolds...
more astonished than a true believer, I praised Him twice!
Here, the infant Day
In a misty hush
Lies, as swaddled.
Moses, among the reeds!
And the Nile's weeds.
No wind dares blow up.
Stirs, lapwing, leaf.
As duck, paddled.
Daughter of Eygpt's throne
Come claim your own!
Harsh Walk Through Marsh
While I was walking through a marsh,
End of poem I read had been harsh;
Was hesitating;
Poem devastating;
Cried on hankerchief that had starch.
Jim Horn
Trump wants to drain swamp and
marsh as well.
A dusty quiver lay on my back
Its arrows clean and sharp
I wade with purpose through itchy reeds
My boots dragging in the muck
I hear you before I see you
Your laugh collapsing the virgin marsh between us
A fistful of whites and yellows
My dear whites and yellows
Ready, steady
It’s no use!
For if I lose an arrow
My quiver will lighten
And my shoulders will slouch
When the sky is piercing blue
and the ocean's the same color too
When the humidity's gone from the air
and the temperature's not 'way up there'
When sun's rays are welcome, not harsh
and all's well in meadow and marsh
When there are apples on the tree to munch
and the forest is cool to the touch
It's then that Mother Nature brings light rain
So when it stops, it can be perfect again
Sweet and sensual
coconut melts along the top
staggered familiar sizes and shapes
droolings on the tongue, ambrosia
running through the fields like fidgety children
restless and free on tenterhooks
flitting like butterflies on the hunt
flower nectar candied on the bloom
drawn into the dream
of marshmallowed confectionaries
sweet sugared goodies
nectar for the gods
and simple butterflies.
Pussy Willows
Among the wild cattails marsh,
Wetlands mire and morass harsh,
Pussy Willow buds appear
In warm grey fur chase off winter’s jeers.
Close to streams they sink deep roots
Laps up milk of streamlet’s fruits
Vernal purr of perfection
Sacred siren of Resurrection.
2-8-22
Contest: A Poem Crafted In the Various Lind30 by Robert Lindley
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Syllable count 7779. According to Robert Lindley poem can be rhymed or unrhymed.