Short Viridian Poems

 hands of the north wind
suffocate viridian 
bruised; reds and yellows 
...

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Serenity
like
flecks of gold
strewn on a 
magnificently
grandiose canvas
of rich cerulean blues
deep viridian greens
and ultramarines



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on April 13, 2019 for contest APRIL 2019 PREMIER 4 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on October 13, 2018...

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Someone told me about
wet ocher leaves
blanketing this colorless man,
standing still in places
that tear apart.

He had maps of dark paths
that he followed, 
sadly leading only to absence,
there falling away like viridian,
melting as do mummies 
in salt water,
changing from solid to flow,
opening tiny voids in his heart....

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Child of the Northern Lights
Blown in on a winter gale
Dance with the Stars at Night
High as the Moon and as pale.

Deep are the Oceans you sail
On curious shores to alight
Your footsteps in sand entail
Revelation – a secret revealed

Understanding remaining concealed
Your journey has barely begun
And the wounds that are still to be healed
Require further exposure to Sun

Align your keel, Northward at the Meridian
Tilt sail and oar, to infinite viridian...

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i was dreaming of 
  colors    inside
my lonely Soul  of
Cobalt violet
and viridian skies
Inside keeping my
heart so cadmium yellow;
Claude Monet's lilies
keeps me alive.
Imagine cobalt blue,
a peace upon the canvas
lead white kissing 
with French ultramarine skies
and we hold hands
-- where we leave grief
and misunderstanding
behind.  Kissing beneath
the sun i say, "Cadmium
Orange hugging Vermilion"
And the world murmurs 
"That's so very true."

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In the verdant sarcophagus of night
his pale, lifeless eyes unfocused
in a clearing irradiated by a cold beam

---the sitting Buddha

where he sits the forest dies
the grass withers

His pale light blinds me
So I write in inky darkness

But i cannot fathom him
or embrace with my eyes
his silhouette

In the crucible of morning
the sun rises like a flock of golden doves
but i cannot embrace the racing arc of dawn

Though through the viridian canopy
---shimmering coins...

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