Short Transitions Poems
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Species cannot make transitions by one another
If they do, the tricks of compromise and competition
they take would make this world no order and logic
Watching a snow flake
Melting on my hand I see
Transformation like
That of human souls freed from
The hindrance of mortal flesh
Exquisite flower
Beautifies with dainty grace
The place when you stand
From weddings to funerals
Representing transitions
3-6-2016
one flickering light
at the end of a dark hall…
hospice nurse running
Date: 19 Mar 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 3- March 2019 - Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
treelines edge my mind
defining life transitions
past and future time.
(January 19, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
If you sculpt beyond the self
Terse transitions, ample ambitions
If you think outside the box
Daring dreams, exciting extremes
If you’re aware of all dimensions
Timeless travel, purple unravels
Reincarnation
eternity’s myth
You’re incarnated
only once
Though many transitions
are stamped with time’s pretense
As it was in the beginning
— it will be at the end
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
SPUMATISTA leonardo
imperceptibilities
in
gradual
transitions
from dark
to light
effecting
relief
in soften
contours
blended
shared
shadowed
manneristic
smoke
A cocoon to butterfly's.
Egg, to free birdie's.
Inseparable from each change
Smooth, painless goes by
Wonder into wisdom morphs.
Shallow, deeper joy.
For what of bodies, souls
Tell us, Earth and Sky.
In the midst of expectations
she learnt acceptance
far away from grievance
she practiced transitions.
She doesn’t seek perfections
just some inductance
and some capacitance
are what lead to her aspirations.
once lives discovered
inevitable transformations
illegal apostrophe vortex.
whippersnapper extractions,
are whisperings enough?
virtual transitions
all lives interdefined
never ending romances
beyond our now nowness
TAXI!
My dear Grandma
alive and kicking
on this sunny day
modern medicine
and
miracles of science
life is a balance
between old and new
extremist aggressions
replaced by
rational transitions
not the end
only Zen
uncalled and unwitting
I slipped through the wrong door
propelled by the philosophy
of birth marks
and there she's standing
eating a pear under the apple tree
the verminous tree
in sweet naivete
which comes
in many transitions
PONDERING THE SEASONS
(Apropos Of Our Nation’s Seasons)
After Autumn's falls, Winter is as war,
And spring seeks to bring on resurrection:-
Summer prepares us for nature’s transitions:
Looks like an autocratic Winter is coming:-
That happiness can bring you just as much sadness
when it goes away
You always wish that happiness would stay
And when it doesn't, tears stream down your face
No hint, no goodbye, gone without a trace
I guess it's time to find a new dream to chase.
Form:
PONDERING THE SEASONS
(Apropos Of Our Nation’s Seasons)
After Autumn's falls, Winter is like war;
And Spring seeks to bring about resurrection:-
Summer prepares all for nature’s transitions:
Today, it looks like an autocratic Winter is coming:-
Some days my mind is hardened,
on others like a sponge
Today my thoughts are heartened,
with feelings on the run
Tonight as light transitions,
and darkness fills the void
My mind and heart will lay as one,
true lovers—dreams of joy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Recurring transitions
A world unknown
Awakening eye
A new design
One more step
Struggles and growth
A new mans depth
Constant cycle
Occurrence with time
One more breath
Mystery in life
God knows best
A change of season
A change of mind
One more day
Tomorrow.
Some days my mind is hardened,
on others like a sponge
Today my thoughts are heartened,
with feelings on the run
Tonight as light transitions,
and darkness fills the void
My mind and heart will lay as one,
true lovers—dreams of joy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Transitions
Bright Saturday in Spring
and there, for once, the whole of it
and, Lord, I have no camera.
Outside the church
a wedding party waits.
A Mass is still in progress.
Before the wedding can begin
ten men, in files of five,
must carry out the corpse.
Donal Mahoney
Everywhere I look
I see glimpses of Your grace
In the sunrise
Bursting light
And at dawn
Streaked with night
In the fiery red leaf
As it transitions to its fall
And the silent looming moon
Hanging over all
Every sight I see
Captures me with wonder
At Your artistry
And Your love for me
As nights draw in, the silver harvest moon
Shines boldly through defenceless, naked trees
And pirouetting leaves will settle soon,
For winter’s riding on the autumn breeze.
29.09.20
An excerpt from my poem ' Seasonal transitions'
Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory Barden
Slowly drifting on a billowing cloud
the languid liquids drench the underbelly
of the moons ethereal glow.
The dreamscape transitions from
dark to light.
Shockwaves shiver and melt into
lakes of mercurial sky.
Fire flashes, breathing new life
into Nuclear Nights born of
creative overflow.
Proud daffodils have bowed their weary heads
And roses shed their petals one by one,
Green leaves transform to gold and fiery reds
The gilded reign of autumn has begun.
19.12.19
An extract taken from my poem 'seasonal transitions'
Arbitrium Divisa 5 Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory Barden
Time turns its wheel,
The pace exceeding comfort. Yet,
The world has proceeded
Complacent.
Time transitions with insistence
Between raging waterfall and, for a distance,
whispering river. Ever changing path and
Speed.
Time moves, impatient,
Its inhabitants – unaffected-
Even while questioning
Existence.