Short Penumbra Poems
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Dictionarilly disFUNctional
PENUMBRA…something you hide under when it’s raining pens and pencils
IMBUE….spelchek for “I’m blue”
ELIXER….what her dog does when she gives him a snack.
I am a Virgo, on cusp of Libra.
My heart and mind stays in a penumbra.
My first words were these, so told.
“Me do it me self”, so bold.
I was strange in school, I loved algebra
Male
Poetic Form :: Paiku
Umbra
Innermost
core
part of shadow.
~x~x~
Penumbra
Space where part
of
light source obscured.
~x~x~
Antumbra
Seen bright ring
round
eclipsing source.
~x~x~
She moves catlike
her ebony braid
swishing majestic
in pearly moonlight
and vaporous penumbra.
Raising a chalice
jade and bejewelled
the lithe shadow
samples golden droplets
of honeyed wine
anointed silently
at a feast
of grace.
The illustrative sky painter,
Draping celestial seascapes,
Aurora, the nighttime dancer,
Stream across the penumbra stars,
A spectral emerald curtain,
Whispering cosmic enigmas,
A scintillating, breath-filled awe,
The North’s energetic spirit.
A penumbra of lightning
grays your belly,
a huge melon
framed in leaded glass windows.
It grows
as we move in night's soft storm,
air piquant with rain, legs
petrified tree roots
in this patch of bed,
farmers in the night
coming back to the land.
inky black night
stars brightly sparkling
earths giant shadow
moon slowly fading
dark shadow spreading
a total lunar eclipse
a rare winter solstice
not to be missed
finally total coverage
only one light to see
a bright orange penumbra
meant for only me
Form:
Red
Lips
Painted
In the round
Mirror was the last
Farewell to the love loyalty
Betrayal as a stab in the back compared with a
Black hole that sweeps you to an unknown place covered with penumbra and dubiety
Fictional
Nayda Ivette
3-21-2016
Riding out
into the sunset
towards sunny uplands
before moons fall
scattering rock
and tiny diamonds
as crimsoned penumbra
encircles all things.
Dark swoops like a bat
to engulf the rasping throes
of surety.
Dawn awakes fretful
Mirrors and masks fail.
walk your ways,
friend...
love your birds,
grow your plants,
lights up the penumbra...
Believe, your fight
is fair...
your word enchants...!
Be yourself, always...
Dear Poet Poetess !
The efflorescent dream to imbue
my opulent languor,whose ripples
vestigial,untoward,hissing,waving
the dalliance quite sneaky peaky.
Is it the murmur of a mellifluous song
yet to be sung by the divine entity!
Is it the penumbra of an ethereal beauty
soothing my bosom with its eternal charm !
Pelting shapely pebbles into the lucid lake,
Lonely, among daffodils and golden mandrakes,
And rejoicing the dance of silver flakes,
A delicate penumbra catches his fancy great,
And in a sweep, away, his heart does take.
Ruthless in love and incredible in stake,
He dives deep down,
Into his own grave.
Their art is not less enticing
than a Renoir or Botticelli,
but the light of their charm is vacuous.
They love that backlit glow
if it highlights only upon them,
but that glitter is only a penumbra.
Goslings have more light
as they follow
a glimmer of imprinted blood.
Snails exude more illumination.
Aqua's Kind of Blue in Green
Cool white edge wave frill
Floats over aqua's blue green
Deep blue penumbra
First posted 30/1/2015
Haiku did not originally have titles, they were numbered instead,
From what I originally learnt about the format.
Aqua M poetry.
"Kind of Blue." Miles Davis.
I love listening to Jazz.
at last...
into the sunrise sea
of my mellow sunset,
I shall wade, I shall sink ,
deep into the penumbra
of an old, oblique horizon,
and only then shall I be
blissfully nothing again,
like I truly was
at first...
Amidst the darkness of the night
Devour a deaf silence nigh
Gazing at divergent penumbra
Like a reflection of nostalgia
A seemingly mystical instinct
Like a metaphor of an angel
Ever guiding, ever attending
I'm amazed and mesmerized
03.22.16
3rd placein "Night Silence"
standard contest
PENUMBRA
A semi-hidden place
Out of the limelight
Hovering in shadow
And almost unseen
But still a dim copy
Sometimes cast large
And sometimes not
Its own shade of grey
Moving in synchrony
An indistinct identity
As if self-conscious
Yet knowing its role
To echo and follow
Like its black cousin
Faithful until it’s dark
The soft light slowly starts to fade
Where shadows erewhile softly played,
A PENUMBRA begins to spread,
An ELIXIR sets out to head
IMBUED with a magical shine
That seems to lengthen one`s lifeline
With outgrowth of a tender grace
Seeming to fly in time and space
With onset of a feel of peace
And a sense of distinctive bliss.
May the light
of living truth dispel
the penumbra of decay within us;
may the winds
of hope blow away
our dank isolation from ourselves;
may the warmth
of goodwill thaw out
our ice of hatred and prejudice;
may we still hope,
believe and pray
despite and even because of these.
Water beneath bridges is always made to move
below the penumbra of our blessed moon.
She flows freely through the mouth of its enclave
taking with her every notion of solidity;
I stand here firm as a rock watching her pour herself out
she slows my senses as she extinguishes my
burning thoughts, and makes me think of
Superman !
Swiftly falls the setting sun
Penumbra silhouettes dart
Shapes ghostly 'pon cobblestones
Dark recesses do enclose
Trickling moonbeams circle round
Little boy's shadow does grow
Quiet thought~ ~he will also
Inspired by: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Silhouette Of A Heptagonet
Written: November 09, 2014
Author: Sara Kendrick
You're the one I remember,
Whenever I am sombre:
Our group's unique member
Adored by a great number:
Our home town's full number...
You race to peaks, not clamber,
Reach goals fast after slumber
After beer: urine amber!
With your heel crushed a mamba...
One to watch from September
To Christmas' December
Which club would you dismember?
Not until a penumbra.
In the darkest she danced blissfully,
The moon did glow, yet hearts cried.
Yes young maiden rest now peacefully,
In the shadow she danced blissfully
Unaware now, these trains passed,
As she danced, the penumbra lied,
In the darkest she danced blissfully,
The moon did glow, yet hearts cried.
_________________________
For nette's contest: "In the Afterglow"
You're on the wall - a shadow.
Only in this way dare I address you,
frequently pretend that you are here,
yet say: but you are a shadow,
a shapeless shadow.
And yet I know who you are as that shadow
creates a shape, even a penumbra,
within my mind's eye.
Should such curiosity prompt misery?
Should this misery prompt pleasure?
(written 15 Oct 2025; placed 23 May 2026)
When life
becomes a shadow,
the sun will not reach
the night...
The night will not create
the morning...
There will not be death
there will not be born...
The world will be obscure...
and will be silent...
The one who never lived,
never again will glimpse...
Who did not receive light
will live forever in penumbra...
Exactly the way i live... !