THE SUN BEATS ITS DOWNWARD GAZE
The sun beats its downward gaze
Onto a spread-out garden,
Shimmering among the arrayed blossom,
With sultrily humid, sweat-inducing rays,
To break up the encrusted ground.
A resurrected form unbinds itself
From winter's hardening strictures,
Uncracks the crowded confines
In a stretched, yielding chrysalis
To emerge pristine of shape and hue
Into the burgeoning brightness
Of a gold-gleaming dawn.
Such is the harbinger
Of pleasure, tempered with ease,
Unhurried by the current of time,
And restful as an infant at sleep.
Yet rising from slumber,
Like a phoenix but gradually, in its way,
Not wasting effort or energy,
White-feathered wings grown out from
Broad, strong shoulders.
I watch it become what it always was,
Ready to claim its right to the skies,
Blue, unclouded, sweltering.
The summer's day melts into
A forgetful haze of meaning,
Of no need for answers.
The answer lies in nature's glory,
Matching it in every regard,
In tune with the seasons,
Where the cycle of life, death
And regeneration never breaks.
Categories:
sultrily, day, garden, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Your sigh is like the whisper of the wind.
How sweet its susurration in my ear.
I lie beneath your slender body pinned
with tenderness! You utter words sincere.
A river I’ve become because I feel
a flow of pleasure overtaking me
as all my inhibitions you now steal.
And like the brook nearby that I can see,
I’m feeling warm waves coursing through me too.
I murmur as I ripple with delight!
As sultrily you do those things you do,
we breathe more quickly, and our hearts take flight.
Low moans . . . the gasp! Was it yours or mine?
It matter not when bliss is this divine.
April 30, 2021
For the Writing Prompt - Breathe - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
sultrily, romantic,
Form: Sonnet
Well now, beneath the darkest realms
In nightmarish gists, I am the one
Who instills fear and in putrescence I dwell
In variety, isocheimal ulteriority is all I've done
Laureled with the metallic lustres of death
And shining with the fires of vengeance
Animosity is the origin of my libellous wreaths
Where you see hearts of the women I've broken dearest
Sultrily I coax the likes of you in my irresistible hazards
Scarcely liminal of you towards my tinge of ominous transience
In my vegete facade, my words flow like the romanticizing Haggard
And contemptuously strike you down in my own baleful omnipotence
What a naive fille you are, my dejected little princess!
To be easily deluded by a beguiler with a stunning visage
In your ruptures, I ecstatically drown myself in your distress
Beneath woos and charming signals of temperament are the vicious lures of a savage.
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This is a response to: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_princess_cry_604227
Categories:
sultrily, angst, betrayal, corruption, dark,
Form: I do not know?
Smiling sultrily, he
Struts, a tattooed Elvis,
Seducing us with song.
Springing from the stage, he
Sweeps us into frenzy.
Success seems sure when it
Sounds like “J.D. Fortune.”
(I first heard of this sexy Canadian singer in 2005 when I watched
him win the CBS reality show: Rock Star INXS. He was then a member of
INXS on and off for several years. Previous to his win, he had actually
been an Elvis impersonator and I've only recently read this AFTER writing this poem!)
check him out singing his famous song Pretty Vegas with Dave Navarro: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4kJhQJqr7U
Written 4/25 by andrea dietrich
for the Let's Pleiades Contest of nette onclaud: theme - Masquerade
Categories:
sultrily, sexy,
Form: Verse
Moonlight reflecting off a blackened canvas of night’s design,
sultrily dancing in between the legs of models
parading down nature’s runway
underneath a blanket of stars.
Like a feather teasing the shore’s skin in a sensual game,
engineered precisely and charismatically to explore every unique detail.
A ballroom dance choreographed for inexperienced souls.
A silk scarf wrapped around the elongated necks of African women,
emphasizing their individuality.
Whispering lullabies to their children under the storybook of night,
illuminating their dreams with its silver lining.
A fairy tale ending.
Categories:
sultrily, nature, sensual,
Form: Free verse