Twiggs and stems,
Holding up their end.
Flowers and buds,
At long last above.
All most done,
When no more sun.
Twiggs and stems,
With us till winters end.
Categories:
stems, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
I am both a robinia
and willow o the wisp
I've prolonged my growth
my roots washed down by the tropical rain
I've counted my loss
no stems on release
Who give me comfort
when the bitter winds runneth
Who will be my confident
for tomorrow's encroaching winds
avoiding tendrils bleak reflections
Categories:
stems, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Humbling foliage, sprinkled in a bed
A quiltlike pattern, reflecting heaven’s eiderdown,
In notes, like a musician playing out the ballad
Restoring hope in pieces - in precious leaves,
Stems resolving to color the heart in reprieve
Heterogeneous knowledge in the awing power of leaves and stems,
Plants who live to silence every darkness – hushing
Even the pain and fear, awakening inspirations so rich and dear
Categories:
stems, garden, inspiration, nature, simple,
Form: Free verse
Sojourning in Space You Seek Where Am I?
Traveling in Time You Experience When Am i?
Expending Energy You Ponder How Am I?
Moving Matter You Mull What Am I?
Seeking the Spirit You Wonder Why Am I?
Then You Puzzle Who Am I?
Categories:
stems, emotions, introspection, journey,
Form: Free verse
While the whole dimness is red and blasting.
With vile gravity longing and blue lightning.
Beyond that is the splendid pop-dotted moon.
My crisis leaves moans in the lack of twist soon.
The dreadful agony of a long-running river.
He'd never borne a comely man who could quiver.
To cut off the stone ribboning toward the sea.
The water aggravation observes the hollow tree.
The river's ache witnessed the stones rebirth.
Witness to every morning wake-up, mirth
When she enters the glorious sunrise haze.
Crimson haywire and thunder-neutered skies.
The creator arranged this future, yet it's blurring.
Until my brain tracks down rest in sacred singing.
Written: November 13, 2021
Categories:
stems, analogy, appreciation, beauty, best
Form: Rhyme
From marrow to vein the thin thread of memory drags another new malignancy out into the light.
I shall tuck it, as a gift, within Destot’s space and leave it to harden and calcify until it’s colour is pale and stony.
This new seed inside my hidden framework will soon germinate, but will never push out towards the dying constellations.
Instead, it will coil its way along ulna, humerus and clavicle and bind bad dreams into a hard, red jewel that will nestle between skull and vertebrae.
Cartilage grinds and sinew creaks as this bud of echoes sprouts and entwines
up through mandible and tooth.
Knife to neck, hand in pajamas, sodden mattress, accusations, laughter under dimming lights.
All of these petals are forever open and held aloft by invading stems that relentlessly offer up the blooms of another time.
I am encased, but the stories of my joints continue to thrive and search a path through my skeletal remorse.
And I will always stop to smell the flowers.
Categories:
stems, body, flower, hurt, memory,
Form: Free verse
A lovely yellow primrose
Emits perfume only God can create.
It is not angry when its thorns annoy your arms,
It is just a healing stem of summer love.
And you, a dove-white summer door
Don the rim of twilight’s bird bath,
And watch with warm and loving feelings
Under the night’s new blinking stars.
Categories:
stems, analogy, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Trees were our tortoise shell,
Which down-down we fell;
We stand now on dead stems,
Cheering – See, we’re free!!
Aug. 16, 2020
Strand Completely New (23), Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
stems, beauty, nature, pollution, tree,
Form: Free verse
Petals, your sweet delicious perfume
Fills my room with joy,
I hold your stems tightly in my fist
Just like my little lost boy,
Categories:
stems, 3rd grade, childhood, happy,
Form: Light Verse
stems rise from long roots
many buds form on strong stems
buds open to world
(February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
stems, introspection, life, nature, philosophy
Form: Haiku