Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams,
then rise to thirsty trees and fields of dreams.
Abandon in the beige fields of Indian red autumn,
skeletal keepers lean from the fragrant ledge then forgotten.
Abandon through the weaving champagne sunbeams,
stairway to nirvana, most transient gleams.
Abandon in golden salamander orange, that hath,
set archway of pendulous amber stipule path.
Abandon in the summer sky blue waterfall,
frond through the echoes, grayish fog call.
Abandon in lichen depth and pinnacle spears,
bent and rooted in the brown, in deaf ears.
Abandon in liquescent hands, in its melancholy vale, slowly unfurl,
meeting once more in a dying golden pearl.
Reaching for the stars, yet the soul hath life diviner.
Let it sooth my bleak sorrow and my ashen sin, a love finer.
You, my beloved;
Stars inspire to sway and move in the day
Those hours which happiest till our feeble age
Glimmer of pearls trickle and drip on silk;
A rhythmic rouse through billows of cream milk
Pendulous amber stipule path, weaving
Warm champagne beams, on ruffle berth leaving
Darkness of an abandon mid-night moon,
Gloom bands standing fields and wood-fill life swoon
You, my beloved;
Stars inspire to sway and move in the day
Those hours which happies till our feeble age
Fragrant firmament then forgotten ours;
Liquescent hands reaching for the fixed stars
Curled up to the world's eld averting gaze,
To pluck the ripened unearth passion blaze
A glitter of amorous scene of warmth
Nor fading heaven, wake no bounds fruit worth
3/8/2020
Poetry Contest: Picture Prompt
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams,
then rise to thirsty trees and fields of dreams.
Abandon in the beige fields of Indian red autumn,
skeletal keepers lean from the fragrant ledge then forgotten.
Abandon through the weaving champagne sunbeams,
stairway to nirvana, most transient gleams.
Abandon in golden salamander orange, that hath,
set archway of pendulous amber stipule path.
Abandon in the summer sky blue waterfall,
frond through the echoes, grayish fog call.
Abandon in lichen depth and pinnacle spears,
bent and rooted in the brown, in deaf ears.
Abandon in liquescent hands, in its melancholy vale, slowly unfurl,
meeting once more in a dying golden pearl.
Reaching for the stars, yet the soul hath life diviner.
Let it sooth my bleak sorrow and my ashen sin, a love finer.
6/26/2018
A single orange leaf
twists and turns 'bove vibrant vales -
espying a shadowed glimpse
of nature's palette as she sails.
A variegated dreamer
drifts beyond a wooded realm -
'tween doughty boughs of balsa
floating o’er oak and elm.
She glides along the gleaming glens
with bewitchery and charm -
fingertips slowly dance and dip
as she whispers in Fall's arms.
A silent soaring sonnet
soon greets her tinctured friends;
atmospheric art is born
as their colors braid and blend.
A masterpiece of chroma
gently lures the naked eye -
leaves of bronze and yellow
decorate a midday sky.
An orchestra of colored flags
sing passed a closing eve -
now its time to bid adieu
and thus, each stipule leaves.
The orange leaf then slumbers
underneath a yawning sun.
Her wings have gone to sleep,
my friend, for her breeze ballet
is done.
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