In dampened blur of violet dawn
as angels’ weep did touch upon
a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud -
to soften edges gauzy haze
that hug around these painful days
and mellow memories endowed
in sacred stillness of time gone.
In silent water droplets clear
is beauty precious every sphere
collecting on the silvern spires
midst leaf and scented lavender
reminding me of when we were
devoted in our love’s desires -
each flower holds a lost love tear.
Susan Ashley
September 29, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
silvern, emotions, grief, longing, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Categories:
silvern, angel, april, bereavement, heaven,
Form: Sonnet
Found body
beside the bed.
Checked for pulse;
I think she's dead.
Spoke last night,
was fine at dusk.
That has changed,
now empty husk.
Dread thoughts race,
feelings enmesh.
Vacant eyes,
grim glacial flesh.
Auburn hair
lost its lustre.
Regain poise,
try to muster.
Silvern tears
mark me forlorn.
World shattered
upon the morn'.
Pale vessel;
we are just things.
Now soaring
on divine wings.
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6 November 2017
3/4/3/4 syllables (checked with howmanysyllables.com)
Categories:
silvern, death, death of a
Form: Rhyme
Dread thoughts race,
feelings enmesh.
Vacant eyes,
grim glacial flesh.
Silvern tears
mark me forlorn.
World shattered
upon the morn'.
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3/4/3/4 syllables - checked with howmanysyllables.com)
(Dedicated to a friend who tragically passed recently)
6 November 2017 - entered in "A November Premiere Contest..." sponsored by Brian Strand.
(4th Place)
2 December 2017 - submitted to "Any Poem Won in a Contest in November" sponsored by Laura Loo.
Categories:
silvern, bereavement, death, death of
Form: Rhyme
I look for emotions from you when you are a fighting sky. The sparks look first golden like your heart and then silvern like your silence. I use them in my cup of poetry.
I seek them from you when you are knitting the story of rain. I love the way you do it for the soil in turmoil and for my dream as well. None can live without a dream. Our sweet realities we very often get in ecstasy from our dream, woven with your hands, woven with the fluffy wool of cloud.
I look for emotions from you when you are rain coming down in heavy downpour all on a sudden delighting the girl planting saplings of rice in the field. She looks for an umbrella and if possible a coloured one she came across in the city that she visited to participate in a marriage ceremony and was on the roof with the brother of the groom, when the rains came.
The more I can hear and touch your emotions the more are the likes my poems earn.
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July 13, 2017 // For Contest: Show Me: Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
Categories:
silvern, emotions, life,
Form: Prose
Quote me Rumi .
My silence is NOT NOISE,but more volt
Within me there is thunder bolt,
Waiting in for the right flash,
With a power for mountains to crash,
I have a fire in my belly,
I'm selective to behave humbly,
My words are measured,actions treasured,
With grace,I choose to stay,off the rat race.
Quote 2:When I am silent,I have a thunder hidden inside.
Biblical qoute: If speech is silvern(silver),then silence is gold.
Contest: Quote me Rumi
Sponsor:Silent One.
30.11 .2015
Categories:
silvern, birth, culture, desire, faith,
Form: Rhyme
When I tread in a lone world
Lost in a cloud of misery
My thoughts wax into
Looming mountains
In an intolerant world.
The eyes dust away
The silvern reel unrolled
Scalloping the edges
Of ebony clouds over
Homes of broken souls.
Blindfolded eyesight is
Ruled by mysteries of suffering.
Just then a voice murmurs
In the enclosures of all razed souls.
It is like a strong gust
Flying past your unquiet home.
Leave it in the hands
Of destiny which will teach you
How to unlock your woeful heart
Of your tethered self to let
Your sorrows just unroll.
Balveen Cheema
November 7, 2015
Categories:
silvern, depression, imagery, spiritual,
Form: Didactic
Shards of gilded light, so iridescent,
cascading over your perfect shoulders.
Your sensuous form, curled 'to a crescent,
nestled amongst the rocks and the boulders.
You stretch languidly and seek to unfurl,
'fore slowly brushing your locks of pure gold.
Graceful strokes with a comb formed out of pearl,
'tis so entrancing: a sight to behold.
The euphonous lilt of your silvern voice,
carries 'cross the waves and reaches mine ear.
Upon hearing this, I have to rejoice,
a magnum opus, truly without peer.
These feelings of mine, no longer contained;
my passion rises and then carries forth.
"We must be together; it's preordained!
Forsake all others from this day henceforth!"
With a flick of your tail you disappear,
into those briny depths we cannot chart.
Vanished from all sight, I can't interfere;
left nary a trace, 'cept here in my heart.
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June 2014
For the "Mermaids" contest sponsored by Suzanne Delaney - Fifth Place.
Categories:
silvern, fantasy, feelings, fish, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
For night long
No sleep came
But song and song and song
Melting in the candles' flame
Of thought, fore I wrote them all
That with silvern flashes broke
The net and swam, and swam, and swam
In a pool gulping words, then choke
Upon the imagery of the lamb
Bleating where no shepherd hears it call.
I reeled them out and in again
Each rhyme a little hook
While the boat throbs with the strain
Of waves opening like a book.
Can you see my freckled sea
In the night all night long
My sleep tortured by a song
Categories:
silvern, on writing and words,
Form: Verse
Between an egg and the cross
I pause for a beginning
Quite different from my loss
Clean as a new born leaf
From a sprig of God
I am now the fallen sheaf
And he coming like my spring
Bring dead buds to life
From his blood, the saving King
Deters the looming knife
Hoarding everything I kept
The hardened fruit and thickened cell
Separating me from the vine
The fiery colors bore nothing but promised hell
While silvern waters gurgle at my feet
Aloft in the brimstone air
He lifted to cross the oestrus could not dream
The wrenching agony
Or the precarious teetering
The final exultation of his pain
But I love better Sunday morning
The flower coming from his rest
And the hope of the King's returning
The triumph song of the blest
Easter is a twisted story vanishing the day
Frivolous little bunnies and pagan dreams
Of cash registers piled furnace with brimming hay
Let me disengage, a fallen leaf
I am nothing but beauty in the mulch
And yet some leaf grows like wings
Gathering light
And energy, making the flight
Of hope a better resurrection than spring.
by
David Smalling
Categories:
silvern, faith, religion, hope, me,
Form: Free verse
My heart like a green leaf drank deep of the sun
And was never satisfied, but ever in the wind dance
Like a schizophrenic child, hungry for more fun.
I yearn unending for fresh love and lintless romance
Something without dusk, and a chasm to groan
The anticipation of another dawn,
The longing for the comfort gone,
The emptiness outside the soul
Void of fleece, void of mythic gold
For everything I loved seemed always but a loan.
No voyage through the dripping wet of morning trees
To find the source of song with painstaking eye
Or shiver in the palm of a gentle gushing breeze
Can quite the desire so innate, appease or satisfy
Was it something steroid in my mother's blood
Or something in my ancestral spirit
That claim these fragments, sand spit
And bar, but cannot love them same
As the naked dances round the flame
Too shallow here silvern salt within the mud.
Categories:
silvern, nostalgialonging, love,
Form: Verse
As the world turns
night churns away
then a new day yearns
for the night to return
so the sun will adjourn
to the stern
of earthly concern
while silvern clouds
drift wildly altern
making patterns
that look like ferns
Categories:
silvern, imagination, mystery, space, time,
Form: I do not know?