Short Wending Poems
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Steep streams -
Deep dreams
Splashing
Crashing
Rumbling
Tumbling
Wending
Ending
Cascade
Displayed
Yon roars’
Encores
A river of dreams is wending. . .
wending its way to an ocean of blue.
I’m floating on this river
with sweet dreams of you.
A finger touch from you
Across such space and time
A moment taken spent
A sharing touch of rhyme
A shiver in late Summer sunlit morn
As once again a thought is borne
Of you for you tis went
Alone wanders
The white heron
And picks pathways
Through streams wending
A peculiar kind of a bird is he,
Who looks like some sort of bird-bush
(or tree)
And perhaps he goes
And feeds at God’s knee,
Does he…
7/12/2019
Though all the ways our paths may roam
The goal of every journeys end
Where calls the heart to hearth and home
Through wending weather beaten bends
The welcomed warmth of hearths embrace
Whose comfort cloaked in threadbare wise
No longer wields the power to chase
The moody rain from autumn skies
Wrinkle
Wending through time's wrinkle
With a wink and a smile
Warped and slightly askew
Wandering rabbit holes
Winds blow just off-kilter
Wardrobe, witch and lion
Whimsical fantasies
Dedicated to C.S. Lewis, Madeleine L'Engle and Lewis Carroll
5-10-21
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Sponsor: Kim Merryman
A
winsome
wind wanders
whimsically
through a meadow white
with wild flowers. Wending
its way through woods, it whistles
warmly while waltzing with willows.
Waning, it meets wisteria, where
now a mere wisp, it whispers wistfully.
An etheree with alliteration written March 21, 2016
SHIPYARD
Visions do come to me...
Shades floating to Eternity,
Ships of souls floating away,
People now past their days,
Heavenly light's clear haze,
Leaving gifts for posterity,
Shipyard of our souls' humanity,
Eternal blessing, never ending,
Ships of souls we're sending
Home, the ships of souls are wending....
The mighty river flows,
He has the power to keep its motion,
a force of impressive water running
through the lower mouths of
deep canyons and along the
ribbon of wending roadways,
a determined waterway,
insisting on carrying its
inhabitants to spawning
pools awaiting life and death,
an irony of God.
March 24, 2020
Savannah, pretty city of the South
Where I spent half a day of my life
Eating your delicious bread
Mixing the smoke of my pipe
With your warm air
Riding in carts pulled by big ambulatory horses
Pissing in your sewage
And wending even more
Southward
You left behind
A shining point
On the turning trajectory
Of my life
Form:
Wending my way, as one asleep
through my listless routine
grinding away the hours
a money machine
In my mind, not much unforeseen
'tween eight in the morn
and five afternoon
weary eyes tied to a screen
Hearing the bell, I leap for joy
run, scream and shout
from my cage newly sprung
come alive ~ to let the real me out
Trek poles wending
Peak ascending
Trail keeps bending
Effort spending
Gnats offending
Stormclouds rending
Cool rain sending
Flowers tending
Clean air lending
Sunshine trending
Now descending
Hikers blending
Smiles attending
All befriending
Hike soon ending
Sleep descending
Sweet dreams sending
Muscles mending
Smiles unending
Next hike? Pending!
Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...
Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know
I eat you, I eat you, I eat you so well
I f a r t you, I f a r t you, you surely do smell
I s h i t you, I s h i t you, and now as I spoil it
I flush you, I flush you, around-down the toilet.
I never did like you, that no longer matters
For all that remains are a few greasy splatters
I killed, cooked, and ate you; you lacked a rescuer
And now you are wending your way through the sewer.
When both eyes are closed
Your face lights up the darkness
In search for your love
My love shines like a beacon
Wending your way in the night
Your love is a gift
That only a God could give
A joyous blessing
Forever I share with you
The gift of eternal love
Giving my soul life
Creating a sacred bond
That'll never break
A bond which cannot compare
Soulmates we'll always remain
6/29/2017
Chasing of dreams through time shaken seasons
Forming and shaping of whispery wills
Weaving and wending through common place living
Crutches and handholds like miracle pills
Places to go to when breathers are needed
Hammocks of cool shaded quiet away
Beside hot rutted roadways of unending hills
Questions and answers and working all day
A cold glass of poetry sipped on the way
Held in a callused and tremoring hand
Still ready and willing to play
The road narrows, I have outgrown highways,
any future travelling will be accompanied
to the sound of the echoing boards
of covered bridges.
The past has caught me gazing
into star maps only tomorrow may follow.
Fast lanes have become red dirt tracks,
the 'far away' rushes to be my next footfall,
a landing at the end of a headlong dash
that has led me to consider
a slow meandering pilgrimage,
to the next bend ahead
a place where the unknown curves.
A dream for you ...
it spins in the mist of twilight
wending the Milky Way
borne of passions unrealized
and the gilded hems of imagination's veil
dripping from the moon like tears of quicksilver
meandering 'midst the starstreams of dusk and dawn
to daub the sky with gossamer lace
and the hallowed hopes ...
of heaven.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice M, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.