A forlorn maiden wakes up in the middle of the night,
Heart aches with longing…
For the young man who had to leave her
For an unknown destination,
Glorious midnight Moon shines at the centre of the sky,
Alone and magnificent!
Singing to the glittering stars,
A song of solitude, of passion, of heartbreaking emotion !
The melodia floats in ethereal harmony on the wings of butterflies!
They dance to the tune of that song,
A multitude of them encompassing the horizon,
Colourful bodies emanating euphoria-
Radiating rainbow colours all around!
Ecstatic, transformed into gorgeous creatures...
Their joy, exultation sublime, creates
Poignant movements so surreal,
Moon invites them to join that refrain,
And wipe away the melancholy from the maiden’s
Tearful eyes!
What a magical extravaganza created !
Butterflies sprinkled with shimmering stardust,
Moon savouring their spirited sprightliness…
A damsel awestruck with the blessing of a miraculous sight!
A few moments of rejuvenation for her…
She dreams of being with her lover!
Categories:
sprightliness, butterfly, moon,
Form: Free verse
INTERVIEW WITH A DYING TREE-
I stand erect I embrace we
You cover me I am under you us
Grounded together we two
I am of you, we both stand in the wind
Both sprightliness, yet of skins
I die daily, my skin sheds
We gather this meeting we hug a conference created beings
In examination whose evaluation our dialogue audience
Exchange canvass the 3rd degree who said you’re a dying tree
I shed skin you shed buds and leaves daily
I speak life, live tree I speak life into me
You’re created-higher than the grounds
You’re created to cleanse the air
So that I may breathe the breath of God
You’re confer with
You’re pollinated
You’re survey you sound out ascertain the opinion of doubt
You shall not be disease nor die out I speak life I decree
I speak life, no you shall not be hewed, nor are you diseased
I speak life, you’re not said a dying tree
6/24/23
For “The Interview” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
sprightliness, adventure, analogy, death, destiny,
Form: Dramatic Verse
lambent sprightliness
lush pretentious herb garden-
lounge with sweet hushed sound
6/19/2019
Categories:
sprightliness, nature,
Form: Haiku
Dawn awakens, lets yawn red searing sigh,
summer steams sweltering sweating sunlight.
Street's hot bed of coals smolders in July,
temperatures torch with tropical smite.
Haze humid stir-frying Bronx crispy craze,
housing is tinder, youth straggle sapped streets.
Rainstorm naught, nothing to break basting braise,
community chafing white wicked heat.
Day, baked yellow clay, dust dry makes you swoon...
pool of cool baptizing childrens’ new truth;
Mercy! Water main break floods ‘fore high noon,
thirst quenched, street's fluid, flows fountain of youth!
Liquid color splashes in rainbow spray,
heads happily anointed with prism pour.
Black-white exist - gray day grit washed away,
hearts watercolored in need of restore.
Revelry riots in verdant voices,
sprightliness sings in city oasis!
Eyes excite, smiles shine, refresh rejoices,
joie de vivre, full of life faces!
People all ages on sidewalk's sideline,
wish to beat heat but sadly no swim clothes.
‘Boxing ring’ pool, he imagines round nine,
celebrant boy smiles, strikes Jack Dempsey pose!
Susan Ashley
August 25, 2017
Categories:
sprightliness, children, city, summer, water,
Form: Rhyme
Truth was on our side,
Lay with us in sprightliness;
The natural relegated itself,
To machinery and forcefulness.
Guns and ammunition raged,
Tanks threw balls galore,
Necessity was with the engineers,
And not abundant nature’s store.
But nature consolidated and was with us,
For though winds blew and we did hide,
We did not ever too deeply question them,
Because they never questioned our pride.
There can be no redder flower,
Than the poppy, steady and strong,
Alluding to life-cycle continuation,
By germination certain and long.
Hope lies with our thoughts,
Our desire for peace and love,
And in the poppy we can hope,
That animosity we come above.
Categories:
sprightliness, hope, nature, remembrance day,
Form: Rhyme
It was a time of darkness
That shaded me from light
Could not recollect a single day
But absorbed feelings of night
A spark to light a candle
To remove unreasonable doubt
The temptation was too strong
One breath and it was out
The smoke would fill my lungs
And succeeded to cloud my mind
Senses were too weak
My sight was going blind
The heavy murk surrounding
Cold against my skin
Sharp edges brushing
A thousand pricks of a pin
Shivers crawled up my spine
As dull as they could wander
Gasping for sprightliness
But something pulled me under
Nothing and emptiness
Could only leave me heartless
That it shaded me from the light
It was a time of darkness
Categories:
sprightliness, dark,
Form: Imagism
IT MATTERS NOT
WHAT TIME HAS WROUGHT
FOR IN DUSK
LIES A THOUGHT
FOR THOSE IN ALLIANCE
WITH THE SHADOWS
SEARCHING WITHIN
THEIR CAVERNOUS HEARTS
SEEKING FOR THE PRINCIPLE
SO THAT THEIR EXISTENCE
MIGHT START
KNOWING NOT A SOLITARY WORD
THEY SPEAK FROM SOMEWHERE NEW
KNOWING NOT A SOLITARY ACTION
THEY MUST RELENTLESSLY PURSUE
BUT ALAS WHO MAY COMPREHEND
THE SPRIGHTLINESS IN WHICH THEY
ORIGINATE
BUT THOSE IN ALLIANCE
WITH THE SHADOWS
WHO DESIRE TO EXECUTE
THE LONELY ACT OF
VITAL ESCAPE
Categories:
sprightliness, visionary, , cute,
Form: Ode
What shall I do tomorrow...and tomorrow...
Wretched is Macbeth although I am as he;
The blood drips too laggardly from the-
Cherry tree, and-
I become silent ~
The stench of cologne on your shirt lingers-
As the November mist curls about the house-
And drifts into a sweet repose;
Darkness massages your neck, and
You drift farther and farther away-
From me;
My bed is without blood, and I sleep alone-
With eyes opened as my tongue wets the appetite-
Of that which bestows such delight!
Shall I ascend the ladder?
My darkest evening ~
My canvas is full but nearly-
As I prepare a guise-
For those that I meet,
For only fools are too sincere;
Your eyes undress me only to abandon-
With one condescending kiss;
Day and night sleep so peacefully,
And I remember how soft and seductive-
These brown eyes were...once...a lifetime ago;
I possess not the sprightliness-
To force the climax;
A life as others I so crave!
Will this darkness transform to day?
Categories:
sprightliness, confusion, introspection, loss, lost
Form: Dramatic Verse