Short Wandering(A) Poems
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I like a wild field swaying,
with warm sun and buzzing bees;
and a swallow twittering . . .
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March 19, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Wandering a Country Road
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1126-025-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Rebirth glides -
a bee balm ballerina
with dainty airs
sails soft upon enchanted wisps
of Spirit’s blown kiss..
wandering a nectar network
weaving amid shaggy blooms gilt-tilled..
a dancer in gold dust
her slipper feet
of light and peace
bring blessings of fruition
to wild-garden's frilly lavender fillies
Wandering a lot of path
Skipping shadows that sat
For it's you whom I want to find
Isn't it a maze?
That when I see yor face
All I can see is a layer of grace.
Blinded with darker shade of hue
And it's making me feel so blue
With your light, I don't want to lose this bind
Isn't it great?
That now, we're eight
For all I know, this is fate.
Spring still knows me
Out, about and carefree,
Wandering a flower bed
Nurturing the blooms ahead
Summer does not see
Very much of me,
Hiding behind the shades
Until the heat fades
Autumn knows me well
Standing where leaves fell,
Kicking them all around
Wherever I am found
Winter, too, will see
Little more of me,
Crunching on icy flakes
A million smiles makes.
I wake up
find myself
wandering in a hot dessert
baking in the malign rays
of a dying sun
I realized
that i am walking around
a post nuclear wasteland -
nothing is moving
everything is dead
I may be the last
person on earth
I don’t know how i got here
or when it is
or even if it is real
or just a nightmare vision
i scream out
Dear God
save me
and hear nothing
but the whispers
of billions of ghosts
in the radioactive winds
I was wandering a meadow,
Rather far away from home—
Still I had no destination,
Save for this, to simply roam.
And so it was I wandered,
Then I wandered even more—
Discovering the grandest things
In my efforts to explore.
And about the vibrant meadow,
I discovered something new—
The daffodils were yellow,
And the periwinkles, blue!
So it was I learned a lesson,
As I did, when but a child;
No artist has yet fashioned—
What it is painted in the Wild!
I’ll bet on that Summer anthem,
roll those dice and take a chance;
Open my heart and try extreme,
wandering a new venue or back road;
Roll those dice and take a chance;
So spontaneous you’re finally alive
as that sunny song sizzles the air;
Open my heart and try extreme;
Raw emotions are a roller coaster,
let yourself free fall enjoy the flight;
Wandering a new venue or back road
in warm weather with dilated eyes,
with each replay that rush rewinds.
Down deep, in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at silence; roaring, rumbling raging,
my tongue twined, twisted, turned, twirled, and tongue tied . . .
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December 30, 2020
Poetry/Light Verse/Tongue Twisting Fun
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1317-490-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Tongue Twister
sponsor, Joe Sandler, Judged 01/22/2021