Short Merest Poems
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Have I simply risen
up to meet your
falling expectations?
Or, are we so matched
(as we believe)
that love's the merest consequence
of our sweetest of summations?
The brightest song I have ever sung
The sweetest picture ever I drew
In all the worlds and visions among
were the merest sketches of
beautiful you.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
What I can't do from this great distance
is hug and kiss you, for instance.
But I can whisper in your ear ~
and tell you that I hold you so dear ~
and that I'd be there with you ~
at your merest insistence.
A great beauty,
So simple and pure,
Flirting with the sun and the wind and the stars themselves,
A brush of breath.
It touches my face.
Like a baby's touch so light and unfocused.
So easily broken,
A creature of glass,
That the merest touch would shatter the illusion.
a slight feeling of ambivalence,
the merest hint of cold indifference
crushes all the confidence
that's in a threadbare heart
take care, take time, show tenderness,
each simple smile's a rich indulgence
that costs but a moment of patience
and restores a threadbare heart
SUNSET
Squinting at a blinding white sun
The whole of planet Earth turns
And from the viewpoint of us all
A fiery giant ball of red and gold
Dips so slowly below the horizon
Until the merest sliver disappears
And recognises time for darkness
Leaving a crescent moon smiling
It might have been a zephyr only
Of an angry mood the feeblest aired.
But for what's storm-raised as a mind flash
To be shook by must you be prepared.
Merest of mere light soaking, you say
Pitious partook, too few the tears
But brought to their rememberance above
A cloudless burst of love for you nears.
Little Jack Brawner,
Stewed in a corner,
Eattin' some kind of crud all day,
Over came Noodles The Shiv,
Said, "Your food and money you better give!"
Jack yelled, "No Way!!"
He stood up in defiance
And got the merest glance..
As "Noodles" shived him in the gut...
Goes to show you,
That Jack was a friggen' nut.
So starkly silent now
So bare
The branches of the tree
In nakedness
It stands not shivering
Despite the winds
Of shame
It is immobile
Inert as death
And deathlier pale
With nothing to let to hide
And this oak
So formidable before
In the merest cycle of his love
Stands finite and frail
Amidst a brown trash heap of leaves.
Form:
RENEWAL
The seasonal baton has been handed on
Months of renewal lie ahead on the track
Winter’s cold and unfeeling face is now gone
And the growing warmth of spring is welcomed back
Relishing the chance to smile and laugh once more
In contrast to the grim time just weeks before
Of lingering memories, the merest hint
Each year runs a marathon, never a sprint
Bluebells in chime are shadows in training,
beech trees rising in a sheltering sky.
Sunlight peeks through, the merest of raining,
to guide the mauve buds to darkness close by.
Wind in the forest wafts in refraining.
Violet implores the young they must fly.
But until they're ready fledglings must wait
to one day assume their amethyst fate.
1st Place
Early July Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
7/4/17
writing something new
just a bit askew
asking for the given
taking each strike with a smile
taste nothing but bile
numb comes after the pain
madness masquerades as the sane
i took a tear
and placed it in a box
buried it in the deepest loch
took a sigh
and pushed it in a balloon
sent it to the moon
took a broken heart
and ripped my life apart
Depression flattened paper thin
dust footprints leaving
merest trace
a smile lost within this face
Such a day
Filled with you
Of blue skies
Hearts
And dragonflies
I look back
Upon a time
When a merest thought
You felt
Caught
Like heady wine
Feelings wrought
Iridescent blue
Shimmer of wing
Quiver of heart
Of blue skies
And dragonflies
You remembered , too
Such a day
Spent with you
Felt like forever
It was
On a day
So blue
Of dragonflies
And hearts
Your reflection
Upon water, so still
Of iridescent blue
I saw you ….
My dragonfly
Such a day
Filled with you
Of blue skies
Hearts
And dragonflies
I look back
Upon a time
When a merest thought
You felt
Caught
Like heady wine
Feelings wrought
Iridescent blue
Shimmer of wing
Quiver of heart
Of blue skies
And dragonflies
You remembered , too
Such a day
Spent with you
Felt like forever
It was
On a day
So blue
Of dragonflies
And hearts
Your reflection
Upon water, so still
Of iridescent blue
I saw you ….
My dragonfly
She flickers in the borderland
In the mirror and the marsh
Sparkling like the morning dew
On a grateful corpse
In the bog her murmuring
The echo of a cry
Travels on the plaintive wind
Like a phantom sigh
The merest of a semblance
Shadowed by the moon
In the murk appears to flirt
Behind the sinking dunes
Like an orphan of the sea
Or a widow of the sands
She shrivels in the noon day sun
Glimmering in strands
Written by © Raven Drake
SUCH A DAY
FILLED WITH YOU
OF BLUE SKIES
HEARTS
AND DRAGONFLIES
I LOOK BACK
UPON A TIME
WHEN A MEREST THOUGHT
YOU FELT
HELD IT
CAUGHT
LIKE HEADY WINE
FEELINGS WROUGHT
IRRIDESCENT BLUE
SHIMMER OF WING
QIVER OF HEART
OF BLUE SKIES
AND DRAGONFLIES
YOU REMEMBERED, TOO
SUCH A DAY
SPENT WITH YOU
FELT LIKE FOREVER
IT WAS
ON A DAY
SO BLUE
OF DRAGONFLIES
AND HEARTS
YOUR REFLECTION
UPON WATER , SO STILL
OF IRRIDESCENT BLUE
I SAW YOU
MY DRAGONFLY
If
you say
Adam Schiff
should have his day,
maybe get a whiff
of power, making hay
on the nation’s fiscal cliff,
then you’re bright. You know Chick-Fil-A
(not the same thing as a secure SCIF)
is where bit-coin investors go to play,
the merest capitalist hieroglyph:
Coca-Cola, too, has feet of clay.
So, Socialism: jpeg? Gif?
Develop it in your tray:
to know the truth, just sniff.
This won’t go away.
You’re cool? You’re stiff?
Straight, or gay?
One riff –
PAY.
Not enslaved to the flow of time;
no peril yet for careless hands.
sealed and complete,
I picture it
off the floor,
a fragile capsule
packed with gallons
of linoleum spite.
to burn with it
the miles
up between us and flight
- but gravity, gravity
paves a path
to nearest harbor;
the egg lands on the catch
of my palm’s
bomb-hatch,
wingless.
defused.
a message maydayed to me:
are you tethered to the merest tock?
threatened by the slightest flick of wind?
A beautiful star fell
To ground
Amongst the trees
At Heartstone
Its’ light shone
Upon the leaves
All around
A beautiful star fell
Swirls of colour
Of every hue
Rose through the trees
Soft angel light
Star bright
Angels of Heartstone
To travel
Amongst the stars
Coming home
To nature and magic
Of all things…known
There is no time
To distance
The merest thought
To travel through
Nature
Light
And magic too