You are not miles away anymore but within
To see you I go nowhere else but inside
Each time I enter you say welcome in
I’m telling the news then you dim the top light
We sit and we smile into our eyes in silence
The leaves susurrate, the breeze changes the view
The moon lurks out there and it’s peeking to find us
You shoot and it froze in the darkening blue
I hear in the distance the sound of thunder
Anxiety mounts for no reason at all
Shall I see you tomorrow and after, I wonder
Will the angel of yours let you hear my call..
Afternoon ember flare coddles forest
Nodule noses, from dark bark eyes sap drips
Naked soldiers, Summer’s subside promised
Farewell foliage, spun fairy floss gossip
News spew swept red runaway train carriage
Ridiculed witches watch fireworks astral
Rudimentary broom aircrafts encourage
Twilight wake creatures creep from log capsules
Twitching whiskers, dusk susurrate translate
Trampled damp mushrooms mulch to mildew fleece
Orange fungi full moon balloon inflate
Hot flight flame exhales exhausting release
Grey limb wind tortured troops groan, familiar
Guards gravely wait for Winter’s insignia
31st August
Written for Contest:
Whispers of Autumn
Sponsor: John Lawless
Noontide cordial sun immerse golden spheres
Birch and aspen leaves rhythmically quake
Susurrate deep in quietness appears
Timidly on soft earth shadow path wake
There, where nesting birds await safely perch,
While conceal sweet are their audible waft.
Cool breeze twine spider's web and bees who search
Stunning modest simple-ness echoes soft.
Lone senior British oak outstretch thick arm
Grasp weathered fraying pendulous tire swing;
Mid saffron blaze whilst it mingles off charm
Espy hushed cries for mortal yielding wings.
Lush meadow pigments an emerald green
Self quenching natures pulsing rapture scene.
11/19/2023
dusk
rains hope
perfumed to
quench crestfallen
roses as crickets
susurrate hymns
for a new
tuscan
dawn
When Autumn comes, she saunters in.
paints asters blue and streaks the skies
magenta! When chill winds begin
to susurrate, we hear her sighs.
Wearing multi-colored dresses,
when Autumn comes, she saunters in,
capriciously shakes her tresses
and with bright leaves then loves to spin.
Cavorting with the clouds within
the summer-ending skies of blue,
when Autumn comes, she saunters in.
But soon the woodlands she glides through.
Not long will Autumn stay too calm.
October sees strange pumpkins grin -
not like her onset days of balm.
When Autumn comes, she saunters in.
Stones,
Mortar, and brick
Nowhere to turn without feeling sick, stoned
To my stomach
A bottomless pit
Unheard, smothered by a thousand succinct voices' verbose drone
Speaking as they spew toxic, putrid bile in the pit of my stomach
Plummeting, swirling dizzily in circles - a cyclone - cyclically, alone
Booming, the whispering silence of lucidity's susurrate disruption weighs heavily on my thoughts, placidly as it sits
Like boulders, slowly sinking deeper into quicksand - the bottomless pit of my stomach
Swallowed by immovable, inescapable stones,
Mortar, and brick
jumping barking dog
sun flows half open window
tree leaves susurrate
10/2/2022
moon lights the pathway
leaves susurrate with the breeze~
gardenia scent
4/27/2022
minstrel wind flows through
tree limbs quiver up and down~
gay leaves susurrate
4/21/2022
Charms of Nature
Noontide cordial sun immerse golden spheres
Birch and aspen leaves rhythmically quake
Susurrate deep in quietness appears
Timidly on soft earth shadow path wake
There, where nesting birds await safely perch,
While conceal sweet are their audible waft.
Cool breeze twine spider's web and bees who search
Stunning unadorned simple-ness echoes soft.
Lone senior British oak outstretch thick arm
Grasp weathered fraying pendulous tire swing;
Mid saffron blaze whilst it mingles off charm
Espy hushed cries for mortal yielding wings.
Lush meadow pigments an emerald green
Self quenching natures pulsing rapture scene.
2/9/2020
Rose petal soft lips share a sensuous kiss.
Entranced by the sight of the moon rising high
While leaves play a susurrate song in choir,
A drum shares its tune as my heart plays its part.
1-2-18
MINUANETTA - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Taken from original poem "Ethereal Bliss - Minuanetta"
Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Gregory Barden
Wind brings a gust of icy chills
blowing freely in open fields and barren trees,
brisk and cold temperatures freeze the spirit
but not once deters the soul
sequestered and hidden from the rays of the sun;
but no creature can hide forever
momentary madness calls them to the light,
and in the piled leaves creatures flutter
rustling and scratching the frozen earth
to nestle deep into the bath of crackled crunch;
a susurrate cry rises in the embracing warm
of faint faded rays to bathe in the winter sun.
Aesthetic Autumn
Oh scarlet sunset your red hue,
Vermilion shades with crimson too,
Match my favorite season's shades
O'er woodlands and bright gilded glades
Trees claim rust, orange, brown and gold,
What a stunning sight to behold!
Soft rain combined with wayward wind
Refreshes trees as drops descend.
As dancing, twirling leaves depart
Their susurrate song stills my heart.
3-3-22
A poem lovely as a Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
“A poem lovely as autumn”
First posted 10-1-18
Let my eyes celebrate the changing hues
When canopies display their lovely blends,
While leaves transform, embracing vivid views
Let colored leaves fly in fresh autumn winds.
As sweet summer's season slowly transcends
There's glory seen in a crimson sunrise.
Susurrate sounds make music in cool skies.
Steps hold cinnamon leaves in amber light
As days pass, in umber shades, they lay dead.
Pumpkin patches of fire welcome night
As Luna rises putting them to bed.
With silver clouds in lapis skies she's wed.
Harvesting seasoned saffron at its height,
Its ginger strands are part of fall's delight.
© Connie Marcum Wong
9-25-17
AUTUMN RHYME ROYAL Premier Contest - Second Place
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart |
Amber,Cinnamon,Crimson,Fire,Ginger,Pumpkin,Saffron,Umber
AUTUMN AT THE HEART
She’s a world has gotten drowsy
Evolving face of autumn
Like gold then scarlet amber
Like blood from beetle vein
At heart her core lacks action still
She has this sort of stadium swell
A far and muffled roar on susurrate air
Which brings her round again
Her essence lay at kindred depth
At oneness with the fertile Earth
Where roiling life all seasons sways
She bows to nature’s royal domain
Dave Austin
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