Silvering Poems | Examples

There Is I Am

There is I am
where the white dawn with the flying pigeons is
where the golden noon with glittering afternoon is
where the silvering dusk with rhythmic twittering is
where the silent contemplating night with poetic words is

Yes there is I am
where this dawn to dusk, night to day, ground to sky
everything with the poetic expression is

And there is I am
where beloved poetry with Whitman's pensive pen is

07.09.2020 Chattogram 


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Tribute to Walt Whitman, an American poet, essayist, and journalist and as a humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse.

G a R D E N S

Up there, a wonderful garden
       moon flowers, silvering
       the sky,,,
       Further away, igneous
       powerful garden of the sun ...
       Fire flowers crackle
       without burning ... !
       Beyond, right there
       superb garden of lights,
       flowers of all colors,
       of heavenly sparkles ...
       They are all magnitudes,
        divine gardens
       of the creator ... that we have
       also a garden in us ...!


       
       https://youtu.be/XHNhVRjVtGc
       sugested song garden   by donovan

Under the Dreadlocked Trees

His hair is alive,  
serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics, 
as if he wore the demons 
of colonialism and injustice on his head, 
unforgetting,
a dung-brown-and-black hologram of 
the ganja-fueled reveries inside, 
the broken record of fight and redemption in his ears 
masked by an ancient face, all taut leather, 
placid with a sheen of absorbed light. 

Bloodshot eyes, not insomniac,  
but from the weight of things that, once seen,
cannot be unseen, 
scleras color-coding history, 
the blood of dead slaves on white.  

Yet the heat-chilled island calls a daily truce.   
In the shade of the commodious palm tree, 
the bleach of sun cordoned by a shower of shadows,   
even the gluttony of Babylon 
and the promise of Zion can share a siesta. 

Looking out to the silvering sea beyond the beach, 
exchanging a patois-scented greeting 
with two passing brethren whose hair hang like roots,
he puts fire to a fat, white-jacketed spliff, 
herb smoke curling up, 
rising,
rising,
a slow exodus up into the dusty fronds above, 
hung with the fruits 
of a tender mantra as, 
ever,
the spirit of Marley 
sings.

Autumn Highlights

the
  blooms
     silvering
shimmering
in
patches
    of sunlight
daubs
   of colour
midst
  the frigid
   frost
    of
     fall:
cursory
    change
shapes
all
our
  lives

Silver Strands

Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful 
Bet you're jealous ~ ha

Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams 

Six weeks later...

Mirror mirror on the wall
If you keep showing those silver strands
I'm going to give you some cracks
Bet you won't like that

Walking away mumbling how people are talking to her but their eyes upon her head 

Days later...

Mirror mirror on the wall
What is the meaning of this
Each day I'm seeing more glitters spreading 
I'm plucking them out but they seems to keep surfacing 

"Sighing" knowing full well
She'll never beat this medallic battle 

Weeks later...

Mirror mirror on the wall
I've come to realize these silver strands are the enhancing highlights of my life 
For every silver strand had its own enchanting story
So color me away 

They say she's too young to go silvering 
Maybe they're right 

Today...

Mirror mirror on the wall
Keep calm
And go authentically silverlicious 
My hair 
My beauty 
My silver strands 



        Smile

  Akkina R Downing
        1-5-18

Imagination Takes Hold

EVERY DAY 
the ticking of the clock 
a future promise... 
EVERY DAY 
the daydream,
a deep glimpse 
silvering fragments
through a lattice
imagination takes hold
its wings await...
EVERY DAY 
asleep,dreaming 
ingenuity
imagination takes hold
its wings await...
EVERY DAY 
the ticking of the clock 
plucked from memory  
rooted sorrow 
imagination takes hold
its wings await..

EVERY DAY 
the ticking of the clock ...

Jack Frost

Jack Frost tonight goes on the prowl,
   As winters gloom now frosted scowl.
   Cold snaps those fingers, when Jack brings,
   Kisses on cheeks with frost-bitten stings.
   Frozen bones and an ice cold nose
   Raw winds bring snow, that's when Jack shows
   On frozen panes he carves his name.
   Silvering trees, brings our wild acclaim.
   Tomorrow get ready, it's much the same.


    12/ 2/ 2015.

Natural Curiosity

Natural Curiosity

Do you wonder about the me on my inside
As you gaze at the me on my outside,
A counterpoint to those around us?

What expectations do you hold, in keeping with my
Wrinkled brow and silvering hair that I turn
Out not to meet…or fulfill to every degree?

Do I surprise you, amuse you, even amaze you,
Or am I perplexing, dismaying, disappointing, an
Enigma to be observed, but never admitted into your life?

What affronts do I cause you when your youthful
World collides with mine and I do not seem
To keep my proper station or decorum of maturity?

Do you speculate on what my eyes see, as
I look back at you, sometimes with affection,
Sometimes despair, perplexity or amused delight?

What understanding and insight do you have of the 
Me inside that sees as you see, forgetful of
Myself and all my foibles and marvellous imaginings?

Do you imagine how I might feel and what
I might think when I look back at you, myself 
Wondering the same about you?

Mutatis mutandis, I think and speculate as above,
And wonder whether we do live in different
Worlds, or are we really just the same.

Seasonal

When earths abundant harvest, nature displays.
   Then farmers will face, ever shortening days.
   As wet days of summer, change to shivering chills.
   Swirling light snow, veils those far distant hills.
   With white hoar frost silvering, autumns dead leaves.
   And long icy fingers,crystallizing on eaves.

   9/ 24/ 2015.

You

You

You are my moon by night: silvering my dreaming sleep,
Limelighting my fond imaginings and phantom hopes.
You are my sun by day: gilding my wakened thoughts,
Burnishing my desires and heartfelt yearnings.

You are azure sky in Winter: reminder of coming Spring,
Harbinger of future love and joy.
You are warm rain in Summer: laying a dusty past,
Rejuvenating the lost enthusiasms of Autumn.

When, in Winter’s cold grip, I pass in review the
Ranks of memories, there are you.
A quiet grace to bring me calm, sparkling eyes and 
Sharpened wit to prick dull days.

So like You.

Inside the Crystal Night

A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray   
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above the waves and shoals.

Betrothal blossoming of western winds
that blow the cumulus across the quay,
melds with the rising mist, the moon rescinds,
and fades in deepnesses of the dark sea;
beyond the shores the tidings brought to me,
the moonlight drenched in silver waves of flame,
and thenceforth heard his heart, and felt his claim.

I breathed his lonesome air, my soul's accord,
o mother of caressing waves' soft voice,
embraced I was, the silvering award
became my terminal, demanding choice;
inside the crystal night I felt rejoice ,
and in my tiny hands run his reply,
my destiny, the sea, and silent cry.

..

5/6/2014.© Giorgio Veneto, Gautami Phookan. All rights reserved

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Black Lace and Bluebells

BLACK LACE AND BLUEBELLS

The lilt of floral summer
found me waiting
against a woodland tree,
in the early evening sun,
accompanied by birdsong,
recalling you.

Idling on grass
sprinkled with bluebells
and fairies' laughter,
you kiss the wine from my lips
and tug a blossom from my hair,
releasing me to fly.

We are the only two who exist
in this slice of the world.
Separated only by black lace
and animal heat,
which is no separation at all.

Pulling bits of earth loose
we mask the musk of our rut
with loam,
fecund and sweet,
just as you are.

A gamble for ecstasy
in a nameless game
older than the trees
which shade us,
we both shiver in an autumnal moment,
the silvering of this instant
the winning stroke.

You hold me as a I clasp you,
watching me with those magical eyes,
silencing my climax
with cloud-soft kisses
that steal my essence
in exchange for bliss.

Our wild, woodland moment
will live inside of me
as long as bluebells
dance across meadows.

Palmer Phrasis Recited

IMAGINATION TAKES HOLD
Like chrysalis asleep,dreaming of
its wings await intellectual recreation
and active benevolence which brings
wisdom & blessedness.Such does
the future promise in the range
of high arts,parcelled out in shades
of pensiveness by the ticking of
the clock as imagination takes
hold and abides in perfection.
Letters of Samuel Palmer 1891

EVERY DAY
Dream the daydream,feel the
poetic in art,a deep glimpse of
landscape,silvering fragments of the
moon through a lattice.Pluck from
memory the rooted sorrow 
and embody ideal beauty in a sunburnt
glow.Then rising all besmirched
begin,imitating in detail and
acknowledge momentary phenomena
in continual observation &sketch.
Letters of Samuel Palmer 1891

*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s  to compile  unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.

Listen to me recite these two phrasis of mine on youtube under name of ichthyschiro

Angel Wings

Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
 Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening

You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although  we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

With promising, and carrying and cautioning
Within our dreams inspired, single hearted
you carry us when all in life is darkening

Miracles return with wise envisaging
For never once will you be found false hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

Our spirits feel a flowering and a freshening
No longer sad and feeling quite light hearted
You carry us when  all in life is darkening

As around the dark clouds now, a glow is silvering
No shadows loom and no more, marble hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
You carry us when all in life is darkening

 Suzanne Delaney

My Fear

Chills silvering down my spine
Cold sweat down my forehead
Trepidation coercing through my limbs
Teeth shivering; skin crawling
Pure unadulterated fear;
And then with great force
And beautiful agility
My husband
steps
On the little
spider!

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