The confines of my flesh erode my soul
My ribcage wages war on my heart
I wish to tear myself apart from this prison of rotting bones
As only then should I taste this decaying world's sweetness
I long for the life of the oceans
All-seeing, all-consuming forces of nature
Whose fury submerges cities in its ferocity
Their smooth bodies undestroyable divine to our wretched forms
The fury in my body was molded for a divine force
My sorrows made only for the inanimate to bear
Loose waves that belong to the oceans
Apathy of the waters is for I took their care
“The silent moonbeam spreads pearls of joy
on the serene shore of the soul.” – By Poet
The whistling breeze of the beguiling spring
ripples the aura of the enthralled ether.
Freedom cascades with ecstasy rhythm,
the soaring birds carry on their wings
to the soundless height of the seamless cerulean sky.
Looking up enchanted and engrossed,
I am swathed by nature’s silent rhapsody wave,
swaying me on the swells of solitude,
suffusing me with the sense of fulfillment,
the joy of living creates.
My mind echoes serenely
the mystique music of soothing calmness.
Tranquility flows with the stream of rapture,
submerges my soul in the flood of bliss,
as I walk in my quiet garden called life.
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March 30, 2023
Word chosen : Quiet
Contest : Writing Challenge-"Q" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
In life’s incessant din
As I search for peace within
Lone spaces I desire
And stillness I adore
Then silence is my mate
And noise is what I hate
Closing my eyes to the outer space
A window opens to my inner space
I begin to find solace in my solitude
And look up to Heaven in gratitude
Enriched with visions pleasurable
I enter into a realm so delectable
The vault of Heaven gemmed and bright
And the Earth and sea overwhelmed in light
The disquiet within me subsides
An unassailable calm slowly descends
I hear a caring voice from somewhere
A faint voice quite reassuring, so near
Then within me the Wider Life emerges
And the lesser life finally submerges
I experience what is true peace and content
And I am so sure it is heaven sent
Oh! What solace is in my solitude!
And how I move into near beatitude!
Jan.31.2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
short circuited and
the fuse of purpose keeps tripping
high voltage boredom
on auto pilot in slow motion
the roundabout is not a funny circus
currents alternate
directly challenge
polar opposition in contradiction of truth
‘it’s a beautiful day and you are in it’
thunder clouds bolt hail and torment
for no reason at all
five layers of clothes just to keep warm
a frosted swamp submerges reason
because it can and it will
webs of confusion crushes through ice
as if waiting for landslides and mud
so much is clear
lightening emboldens the scene
as water colours bleach the canvas
pierce through fabric dreams and anticipation
thin skinned the jester keeps smiling
an empty façade persona and mask
reaches out as a poet who writes
with frosted nib and inked consternation
lost for words founded in screamed silence
like her own meta-morphed metaphor
muck seems like a euphemism
warmed up in a microwave of sorrow
maybe she will walk to the beach today
watch breakers and tides
gather a sea shell
listen to what can be heard
when all else is quiet
24th January 2023
A whale perches
next an isle
teeming with humanity
A little girl smiles and waves
the whale submerges
as the sun nods its approval
When night’s ebony is vanquished,
the pre-dawn turns slowly into peach.
Peach becomes persimmon and pink
as scarlet starts to streak the sky..
As I breathe the snowy whiteness of the clouds,
the sun shyly peeks out from behind them.
Suddenly the deliciousness of saffron
shines forth with the hope of a new day.
I’m gazing up at a Monet.
Day progresses, and at times
I view new birds that wing their way
through a heaven gone azure.
Gradually the azure changes to periwinkle blue
tinged with violet hues.
Evening is upon us.
Apricot slashes through the sky
and then it turns a passionate pink.
The clouds coalesce into larger white fluffs
which trim the twilight
like whipped cream on a raspberry pie.
Later the clouds become wisps of silver threads
as the yellow sun submerges itself into the sea.
The pale pearl moon and diamond stars appear -
the brightest of them shimmering ice blue
from far far away.
Sky has become a sapphire sheet
blanketing the part of the world that has gone to sleep.
Whether night be black or cobalt blue,
eventually dawn arrives
to vanquish night again.
Dec. 19, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice No 55 Poetry Contest
Estonia is a country on the shores of the Baltic Sea
the smallest country in Northern Europe
with a fifth season . . .
a predictable period after winter and before spring
that takes place every year
when flooding submerges forests, the land and homes
with miles and miles of vast moving water
Estonia's Soomaa National Park is a magical place
to experience this fifth season
using water highways knowing the danger
but with excitement
floating among the trees by canoe
in a drowned world
of swamped meadows and vast forests
where woodpeckers knock on trees
and flowers still poke out of the water
in this haunting landscape of Estonia's fifth season
and then, the water seeps away. . .
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November 07, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Estonia's Fifth Season
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1499-667-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance L France
Written for the Premiere contest, The Fifth Season
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 11/14/2022
quivering dewdrops on Lotus
leaves, remind stark impermanence
of life, every droplet shaking
hint sad truth of worldly transience!
Lotus, the most gorgeous flower
on earth, rare to vision around,
floating in miraculous streams
where nature's sacred songs abound!
August 23, 2022
For "8 lines of Rhyme - Your Favourite Flower" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania kitchin
rhyme checked by rhyme zone.com
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Notes: The lotus has a life cycle unlike any other plant. With its roots latched in mud, it submerges every night into river water and miraculously re-blooms the next morning, sparklingly clean. In many cultures, this process associates the flower with rebirth and spiritual enlightenment.
Strength sparce, shattered self-esteem
Should she shout, should she scream
Stunned she sat, spirit suddenly shorn
Should she show said 'spouse's scorn'
Sorrow's sting submerges, silence surrounds, sanity slips
Splintered, she seeks satisfaction searching spite's sinking ships
There are no words from poetry to purify the
heart, can’t rock the mic with headache, the irony
of it all, its the beauty from women that gets the
boys stir crazy, no matter how deep one submerges,
the ideal person doesn’t carry themselves as such.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOdvh-bcZ-0
Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry
Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds
Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled
Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song
Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation
Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows
Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding
Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow
Bosom bandaged in gilt silk gown rhythms innocently
Kimono openings brush bristled necks in eroticism
Tension simultaneously softens perception
Velvet weaves an inlet, secrets under her cummerbund
Unfamiliar ocean floor coral organism submerges
Carbon crumbling flame surmounts ash, absorbent
Finite fire paralised by Siren's immortal smiling
Fingers deftly unthread rationale, star array unrationed
Mild explosive conceals danger in magic
Moss pubis rises to challenge, a next breath
Taken as death's ultimate verdict, torture of relief
Vixen innoculates victim with vibrant vial of uranuim
15th March
Filtered heart
My ship sails far and the calmness of the waves
moves it smoothly, there's no warning of dangers;
am I looking for that tropical island
in which a treasure was buried?
The huge ocean can't hide every island, small or big,
discovered by explorers and robbed by vicious pirates
who sought gold laid in treasure chests and hidden into dark caves...
waiting to be brought to Spain to appease the Queen and the King!
All my travels are too adventurous,
nothing I have found but wonders:
the flaming sunset blinds and submerges
everything in its redness that is darker than blood...
halting the fishermen searching for salmon and cod,
they have no choice but to rest their hands!
Could I have been that intrepid captain
steering a ship not knowing its destination,
relying on instinct and skills rather than a compass;
was I being compared to the great navigator Columbus?
The huge ocean can't hide every island stable as land,
it takes a hurricane to bring destruction, even a flood
can spare them with its trees being bent by ferocious winds;
should I frighten, turn around, and be deluded like others?
Hlathikazi
She is strong, for she acknowledges her weakness and continues to grow
She is talented, for she draws her audience in and submerges them in worlds she creates
She is humble, for she knows the paths her ancestors paved and thanks them for her glory
She is dark, for she allows the light in others to shine and watches from a distance
She is inspiring, for she awakens creativity in dormant souls and leaves their minds richer
She is joy, for she brings colour, laughter and life to all that she surrounds
She is complete, for she was born blessed and gifted with everything to succeed
She is love, for she is loved
And loved
And loved
Anatomically speaking
I would rather not let you see my brain,
yet you can imagine it the same way I imagine yours.
Poetics abound, but let’s not fall into that mind trap,
comparisons in the dark will teach us more.
Pull up a chair, be beautiful, I’m not old
In your brain, you are not young in mine. We are
sea creatures floating just under the surface
of the oily film of our affectations;
there in that saline soup
our brains swim, meet and assimilate.
Thoughts grow feelers long enough to find
our furthest reaches, no matter how far awareness
submerges, surfaces, or emerges,
these sensors don’t end where the skin stops breathing.
Show me your feet, and I will show you my hands,
we will paint them with a naked green and blue dye,
then print out our dreams on the air between us.
What I wish to say is:
brains need this kind of image-making,
otherwise two luminous jellyfish such as we
will never find each other
in this deep dark ocean.
The valley is hushed before daybreak,
until the animals awake.
Fawns snuggle for warmth against their mothers
beneath leaves of aspen trees,
dappled in dawn's pale light.
In thicket and forest, dense with vines and shrubs,
there is a lake with cascading waterfall
where Mama Bear fishes for her hungry cubs.
The sun has reached its zenith as a fireball.
Flora are blooming; fauna sleep in the shade
of clouds that will soon bring an afternoon squall.
Crawlers on forest floor, scurry in parade,
as squirrels nibble acorns to their heart's content.
It's a normal day in this timberland glade.
As dusk hurries daylight to make its descent,
weeping willows shed tears of wistful lament.
amber horizon
sun submerges in the sea ~
wolves howl in the night
September 6, 2020
Writing Challenge - Nature Four in One
Sponsored by: Constance La France
* I chose valley, deer, forest and sunset in the order of
crystalline, kimo, terza rima sonnet, and haiku
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