(Inspired by "The Persistence Of Time" by Salvador Dali
The bare bough and the brown bench
hold the warped watches like wet satin
with the metal losing its toughness,
the tree forgetting its foliage.
The sunset sky stretches into fluid stillness
where time dissolves into the cyan sea.
The golden cliff rises behind the reverie,
at peace with the quiet crumple of time.
The sleeping creature on the sands
sprawls as a pale brutal form
with the burden of collapsed time.
Memory endures the design of ductile recollection
as the mirage of elastic time
slips through the sands of perpetuity,
losing its rigidity, its mechanical domination.
Surreal vision turns time into absurdity,
yet morphing into fascinating mirror of illusive fluidity,
a metaphor for the triumph of memory over time.
blazing sun in fields
cicadas hum in the trees~
heavy air stands still
dust clouds rise and drift
fields of wheat bow to the wind~
air humid and stiff
heat waves waltz on roads
cool water runs in the creek~
daylight holds its load
warm twilight now sprawls
stars blink in the velvet night~
tall shadows on walls.
the irate alarm clock loudly beeps
springing him wide awake.
funny though, as time
continues to stand still
in the nothingness of twilight.
lying supine, he looks up at the ceiling,
caged in his dark and grim thoughts.
in the hush, an ocean of anxiety churns
in the pit of his stomach,
but it's all in his head.
meanwhile, dirty laundry sprawls across his bed.
the flicker of a moribund light
has burnt out between his eyelids.
stretched shadows pretend to be demons.
the conquered spirit...
tucks in its weather-beaten wings,
numb to the cold, dreadful uncertainty
that tomorrow brings. with each breath,
it feels like a slow, mundane death
where hope is only a faint whisper.
In shades of teal the ocean's roaring calls.
A realm so deep where life in ripples lives,
a world of shells where boundless beauty sprawls.
Beneath the sky a water color-scape
wild currents move in rhythmic Afro dance.
In shades of teal the ocean's roaring calls.
Sunlight falls through surface green and blue
creating teal amid the kelp and grass,
a world of shells where boundless beauty sprawls.
Within the darkened blue so deep and wide
the mystic sea unveils its great display
in shades of teal as ocean's roaring calls.
A gentler call as nighttime stars come out.
The gems are seen in stony tidal trays,
a world of shells where boundless beauty sprawls.
As twilight winds regain their strength afar
in fog a moonlit echo can be heard.
In shades of teal the ocean's roaring calls,
a world of shells where boundless beauty calls.
(Unrhymed Villanelle)
A poem written just for fun and just because I ran out of ideas....
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
He’s ditched his headphones—no more woodland hi-fi~
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky.
He listens to the breeze go drifting by,
lets chirps and mountain hush fill the open space.
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
My Dogs
How happy my dogs are to find a tree.
Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee.
They are a disciplined crew.
All three line up in a queue.
When they are done, a flowing stream you’ll see!
My Cat
I have a pet, a little tabby cat
She likes to curl inside my frilled brown hat
She has bristle like whiskers
Not strong as that of tuskers
In daylight she sprawls on my woolly mat
The fat grey cat sat licking, licking her long silky fur.
She lazily sprawls and yawns with a harrumph. She lay her head down and splayed her soft pink padded toes, as she curled up to take a deep kitty sleep.
Dream sweet kitty, dream.
My tabby cat,
sprawls on the floor,
to catch a rat.
Her eyes gleam bright,
in dark like stars.
a hunter's night.
She flicks her tail
and quickly leaps
keen not to fail.
pounces on rat,
catches her prey,
drags to the mat.
Life'S About Choices 3-4-26 Suzette Richards
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Spring
spring sprawls across frozen hills
to new songs of songbird trills
sweeping away ice and snow
blessings in bloom - feel the thrill
1448 Newly Posted Poem 3-2-26
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~storms~
gathering furies
wild winds whistle through pine boughs ~
finches feast on birch seeds
streams of freezing rain
leaves slippery signatures
finches feast on birch pods
~rain~
pounding winter rains
bathe the thirsty desert sands ~
wildflowers bursting
drumbeats of raindrops
reverb in wind symphony ~
drip plop splash gurgle
~ice~
thin icy edges
winter white moustache ~
platinum hoar frost
thick coats of blue ice
blanket every barren twig ~
snow melts winter blinks
~snow~
ribbons of snowflakes
flow in a gossamer gown ~
ruby skies crackle
across the smooth ice
dainty snowflakes pirouette ~
bare birch boughs applaud
~spring~
tumbleweeds rumble
springtime sprawls across prairies ~
precious gift of rain
crocus shout greetings
as snowdrops push through snows ~
blustery mischief
white plum blossoms laugh
tickled by wiggling raindrops ~
gold and grey skies dawn
Written: December 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote "Winter's white tapestry invites us to pause, inhale the serenity, and take shelter in snowflakes". By Poet
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The shiny trail sprawls forth at my feet,
in silk spike where snow and shade meet.
The world, a quilt of gems, shone bright.
as silence snow slides spumy, a fading flight.
Each flake, a spell, captivating to the eye.
A lover's caress, gentle yet daringly nigh.
I bide in tranquility, engulfed in his shine.
Gradually, nighttime is marred in a shrine
He strokes my hair and lingers upon my cheek.
His smooches are halcyon and meek
Peace hangs in the air, a whisper of light glow
His arms wrap me in the chill of winter's snow.
His rhythm melds with mine, serene and deep.
I had a sense of sweep that I had to reap
Snow is transformed into a beautiful tune.
A bond of love that fails to endure and swoon.
She whispers back, "I love you, stay with me,"
Yet I know her gift is a pure banshee.
For soon he fades, his memory will decay,
a spirit of winter melting fast away.
I like the showers of the sowers' rainfalls—
Not that it shouts, but because it makes plants sprout.
The scenery crawls as field greenery sprawls,
That can extricate droughts from despairing doubt.
Butterflies paint brighter the greens of the fields,
And flowers flaunt beauty as bright, fragrant shields.
In dreams I crave wet seasons to whet my sleep,
Whose supreme comfort sustains my slumber deep.
I hate the stains that dwell in corners and drains—
Filthiness, a taboo my death will detest.
I despise the dirtiness my soul disdains,
A deep aversion heaven and earth can't wrest.
So sew your flowers' seeds and weed my garden—
No matter your mistake, my mind will pardon.
Love will invent the wheel of our good rapport;
Just don't adore foulness I so much abhor.
“Wilderness has at once a mysterious beauty and horror entwined within. Human mind also harbours wild urges and benign emotions. When wild urges take precedence, life becomes an untamed jungle” ~ By Poet
The jungle sprawls hauntingly scary
Where light and shadows together dance.
Here the wind howls fiercely
Thickets and thistles grow wild
Creepers twine around trees.
Branches of trees droop in disarray,
Blocking the paths and obstructing entry.
Under jagged rocks and holes,
Snakes crawl and rodents flee.
The ominous hoot of owls rent the air.
The rocky boulders in dim light look so monstrous.
Leopards and tigers roam free looking for prey
Their carnivores urge, hidden under their soft paws.
From hideouts, raptors and beasts come to the open.
Screeching bats keep flying overhead
Here in this dark grove, light seldom falls
There is a morbid silence, interrupted
By howls of predators and screams of the preyed.
Is not our world too, a wild untamed jungle
Where wolves roam ready to pounce, ready to strike!
Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
Reigning in cluster the edge of steep scarp,
the flock of mine sprawls so very proud.
I’m a meek loner in the midst of them all,
for each one is happy to be in the crowd.
As I’m secluded in a ditch of sequestration,
the kinship camaraderie they show with flair.
For my innate nature I’m often jeered,
since their line of subservience I don’t tow.
In their group I’m the strayed one,
my own person, I’m the odd one.
I’m branded as an aberrant madcap,
for in my candid way I’m like none of them.
Life for me isn’t shaped for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside the heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been,
making the deviant otherness unique.
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