Short Wisping Poems
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Winter trees in the sand standing naked on the land
Howling winds and wisping leaves salty smells from roaring seas
Skies of blue and grounds of gray all look cold on this winters day
Wayward son
lost in the maze
of fleeting days
following a path
of wisping wind
and whipping flame,
a labyrinth
of choices lost
in shadows,
seeking destiny
on shifting sands.
Wisping winds whisk whispered whimsies willows’ way.
By the pond, we ponder potent possibilities posed by pollinated passions.
As we divine dallying delights depicting developing days,
Moonbeams mobilize to mob us on the mossy mound.
Only when this cigar ends
I'll sit and stare, at the ashes
as they fall, a little of my heart
mixed in with them all
Quietly laced through your
shadow, I'd taste each memory
till I forget, the colors and crevices
Of your face, if only you'd let
me slip as slowly, as the smoke
from these lips..
of paper unwrapping
that cloud wisp of wisping cloud
that turns to eagle talon
that acrobat plastic bag
flirting with the breeze
scampering ant trying to avoid the falling droplet
curled leaves that adorn
the face of tree forlorn
cursing clouds
as the splinter's emerge
written on back yard step
Cherish & Love
Swift breezes wisping by
the exotic and wildflowers are fading, the leaves changing hue
share your kind warmth with another soul while the time is opportune
God's graced love for sharing
another of the reasons he created people loving just like you and I too.
Light vanished upon her leaving
with the final grip of dusk--
the perfume of asters wisping softly
and I am alone, gone
into the restless clang from winds booming;
a melody which makes noises louder
than my roars--
and within the luster of stars,
not a tincture eases this heart.
Entry for Brian Strand's 480 Contest
14 Aug 2018
Dearly beloved moonlight snow, falling on fir trees
Dimly illuminated throughout the night, a beautiful sight to see
Arctic winds cause crystal to dance throughout the winter air
Hair blowing to and froe, as all I can do is stare
Oh my lovely moonlight snow, so peacefully wisping down
Wherever you go, my lunar heart, is surely to be found
Wisping kitchen sunlight
through dust and wood smoke.
Golden hairs from her body
from a shake as she woke.
Rising up gently
slowly down as they float.
And brushing my oatmeal
with a fresh yellow coat.
Seeping heavy under my skin
Shivering inception
Calming from its wisping caress
Tenderly soothing
Reaching with tendril like fingers
Lithe and satin
Permeating through my veins
Enveloping essence
Taming the maelstrom within me
Purity embracing
Divulging the rains of promise
Cleansing shame
Defusing against the flow of time
Forever young
Standing open in naked candor
Unselfish passion
I feel
the joyous, warming glow
deep within.
So wonderful,
yet no words can really describe.
On wings so high
it oversees turmoil and haze.
Filling the soul
with life,
bringing joy
to life and nature,
and inner beauty
is discovered by the piercing arrow.
Like a feather
wisping around
on a blustery day,
it may
settle down among harmonious beauty,
but it lives on
in memory and heart
for eternity.
Jack got up at two
O'
clock.
felt his breath - stopped.
legs buried
a foot within
a sock without;
he had gone about
all day and fought
the spray of bullets meant
for a dashing hare
instead a father
with wisping hair
sour breath
and fragile heir
had kicked a load
of cold buckshot
into the leg his
bod had birthed
novel and lurid cause for his tacit mirth.
Form:
the cold air
wisping through my hair
snow covering the ground
no life but animals surround
the moose making their tracks
their beauty on edge which they do not lack
a man standing looking wants food but can't
for his pride he can not hide as he hears a bear pant
the trees covering the land
as the joy brings a tear to my hand
oh how i wish to be like this forever
just me and the wild all together
i am gone now the snow hides
till again i will soon see life
Form:
We are all schizophrenic-
But with minds that aren’t defined.
Wisping reality to a picture of
A reflection of our minds.
We all have mental illness
Or we all are men
Whose constant visions and desires
Create the what, where, when.
We all have gone half crazy,
Chasing all the naught.
Forgetting all we dreamed to become,
To carve a heart we sought.
We all are schizophrenic-
Making fact what we want it to be,
Combining all our lies and light
To form our own reality…