Sleep escaped,
Without a farewell,
She had not the grace
To aspire my light,
She proved to be darker
Than her gaze,
Glaring, glowering,
Glowing with madness,
Bipolar’s destroyer – two sides of the coin
Despair, dread, doubt – depression
Delight, elation, wired – manic
Stages of dark and light,
Day and night,
A breath, a prayer, a silence
Flooded with fire –
Cold, brilliant desire….
Where she kindles a flame,
A feeling, a flavor
Peppered with light,
But pouring out – fight or flight,
Willing the spirit to mute
What is a glorious ruse.
Nadir deceptions in the form
Of acceptance, darkness and light,
Fading into day, then night,
Manic depression – bipolar like
The questions
That come to life
When there is no prescription,
Killing the sparklers
Within my mind, within my brain
Where bipolar is made
From two pieces of a maze,
A labyrinth who prays,
For God’s healing touch,
His endless grace,
Overflowing my cup, bringing
The chance to wake up
From the sleeplessness that pursues
Enemy of His truth,
Insomnia, the ruse!
October brings best wedding time,
When couples heart unite sublime,
Its colorful hues of hills & trees,
Seems like a painting on a piece.
On bright sunny wedding epoch,
Dancing begins outside the church,
Music of drums serenades all,
Groom rides Mustang without a fall.
Wedding seems like fairy story,
Groom stands on the altar tensely,
The bride walks the isle like princess,
Flower girls sprinkle rose petals.
After wedding, its picture time,
Couple pose with romantic shine,
Everyone gets a snap with pair,
Memory to last forever.
Dusk sets in near reception hall,
Party to dance without a fall,
Food, wine, sparklers, enjoy it all,
dance till you drop & mingle with all.
Sparklers
By Michelle Morris
02/10/2021
Running around in the dark with sparklers in our hands,
Enjoying fun in the park while we're young and bold.
Knowing that life could end abruptly at any time,
Embracing the full moon and celebrating how it shines.
Forgetting our sorrows and cares for one minute at a time,
Supporting one another through any given crisis.
Smiling at strangers and being kind because it's good,
Community building in our neighbourhood.
Enjoying the light show from the sparklers in our space,
Reflected in the stars, the destinies and the fates.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
in a chaotic flurry
fragile snowflakes fall...
feathers tumbling in the wind
frozen alabaster shards
morph into glistening gems...
crystalline sparklers
winter's down-duvet
as soft as a snowy kiss...
a fluffy blanket of white
(Haiku)
12/10/2022
Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Bonfire night
Sparklers dancing in the air
Children running without a care
Bang, boom, sizzling
Fireworks exploding the night sky glowing
toffee apples, peas, and pies
At night justice began overpowering
A man burned at the steak after threatening
From then on a celebration began
Dancing, fireworks, and much more in the air
Striding through the sparkles in satin sand.
And luminous sparkles twinkling all around.
Casting spell with the sparkles in her eyes
And sparkling sparklers in her hands.
May gaiety deities step in frolicking with sparkling smile.
With sparkling lotus sillage trailing like an elated child.
And thumping foot ferreting behind the dodging ambrosial of sparkling motichoor.
May the sparkling smile sparkle for life.
Flames shoot upwards reaching high
Cheeks reflect the bonfire's glow
Vibrant stars light up the sky
Whooshing, whistling firework show.
Cheeks reflect the bonfire's glow
Sparklers sizzle as they trace
Whooshing, whistling firework show
Roaring rockets start to race.
Sparklers sizzle as they trace
Vibrant stars light up the sky
Roaring rockets start to race
Flames shoot upwards reaching high.
27.01.21
'Fireworks Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by Eve Roper
A sparkler in the night
A silver stick of stardust
Sparkling with flashing light
With a dash of delight.
A silver stick of stardust
Coloured flowers Ignite
With a dash of delight.
Rotating bursts of light
Coloured flowers Ignite
Sparkling with flashing light
Rotating bursts of light
A sparkler in the night.
06.1.2021.
Syllable count: 6 per line.
Sponsor: Eve Roper.
crowds came from afar
to laud the time of their lives
from sunshine to dark
laughter and sparklers
chaotic colors clashing
children playing pomp
beauty explosions
inky black night delighting
sweets and treats for all
Animals hate this night,
Keep them safe inside,
The fireworks are going bang,
The smell of them fills the air,
Bonfire burning bright sparks crackling and spitting,
Stand well back,
The children squeal with delight,
With parents holding their hands tight,
All watching with care,
Sparklers in hand fizzing and popping,
Its bonfire night,
Remember your amimals though,
They shake with fear while finding somewhere to hide,
Stay with them comfort them this night,
They need you more than you watching the fireworks
The music
is her breath,
or…wind…
into the open
bottle. The songs
of folk-lore.
***
Around her bon-fire,
embers sear the sleeve,
of her Hoodie;
The sparks
are as red
as the blood
of a burst
aneurism.
Thus...
she could have
a "broken heart".
The sparklers
in their hands,
the flames
of our Sun,
dressing
the edges...
of Sorrento Cliffs,
that think
they could
conquer
the sky.
The beach
in a dream...
melts the sea
and sky
into a flesh-
colored
palette
of all
light browns.
I said,
She listened...
I like her.
***
A chord,
of a guitar,
strummed;
a piano
played
by ear.
Meg rocked
to the melody
of her life.
Human-like
spirits...Gods…
in her eyes.
***
He remembers:
The 1940s-
a decade
as dark
as a tree
in the night…
to me.
A poet’s verse.
By
Walt Whitman.
The "Nor' Easter"
crushes...
yet...
the snow
falling:
hush...
such a
yearning
is mine.
***
Dissection…
of the sentence;
a line...
" No, this is a true story!"
The story…
as simple
as the BUD
in Spring,
as complex
as the flower,
as it BLOOMS.
Stardust sprinkles from heaven and glitters my mind
Ignites on impact and retrieves distant memories
Lightens the path to the future and guides my senses
Many of the kind sparklers have long ceased to exist
Their life span has been huge in comparison with mine
Yet we are both finite ephemeral transient and real
When I look inside me and match our reason for being
I cannot but think about smallness and greatest desire
For peace and compassion kindness and tender caress
My late grandma taught me to respect all sentient beings
Today she would be a Buddhist or benign esoteric witch
And I know that stellar constellations can feel the pain
They touch upon my sad sorrows and ease the hardship
Emote passion and inclination and give me a knowing smile
When I get too big for my boots and require overseeing
I embrace cosmic powder and sift through my feelings
Follow a comet here or there as they drift past my joy
I will not outlive celestial bodies but my soul marches on
18th March 2020
DIAMOND JUBILATION
I’ll be dripping with diamonds today.
They’ll parade proudly on my chest.
For the proliferation of the best day
Spent in honor of my parent’s crest.
Small sparklers a joyous sampling,
Little butterflies latent potentiality —
Breaking the sound barrier of reality
In their quiet splendiferous offing.
The little danglers will spread their wings
Sailing across the turquoise sea
The expanse and depth of its glory —
This cheerful celebration means much to me.
The jubilation of precious jewels.
Twins to others — but to themselves —
Sixty years of pulling together the cool
lifetime of love and happiness like no other.
1/11/2020
Hot summer, holiday season:
Shopping done, we focus on fun,
Another year is the reason.
Hot summer - holiday season –
Humid, cloud, ninety degrees in,
Hot summer, holiday season;
Shopping done, we focus on fun.
Thunder and light’ning New Year’s Eve,
Mingled with fireworks is showing;
Weather and sparklers interweave.
Thunder and light’ning - New Year’s Eve -
Celebrate as the past we leave,
Welcome the future with glowing.
Thunder and light’ning, New Year’s Eve:
Mingled with fireworks in showing.
Midnight arrives, we kiss and hug,
Wish each other good luck and cheer,
Raise our glasses high, clink and chug
Midnight arrives - we kiss and hug –
Sigh sentiment, swat the stray bug,
Off to bed the first time this year:
Midnight arrives, we kiss and hug…
Wish each other good luck and cheer!
It hit me like confetti, that supermarket sneeze
in your signature, and that cough in only your tone.
I turned to behold a face I hadn't seen,
but in last September's severed dream.
Those eyes, like evanescent sparklers pulsed at me,
then hastened hardly for a double-take.
You, so it seemed, subconsciously contemplated
whether to tread my way or to pretend we'd never met
two years earlier and every weekend thereafter,
until the leaves began to let go of their life support.
"God bless your heart," I replied to the sneeze.
Then that once sweet-nothing-whispering voice
responded with a cautious taunt.
"What about the rest of me?" you questioned.
"Well," I asserted, "if your heart is blessed,
your body will take care of the rest."
9-19-19
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