a silken whisper
maple leaves susurration...
autumn has arrived
Submitted for...
Autumn in Nature - Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
09/11/2022
Categories:
susurrus, autumn, imagery, nature, sound,
Form: Haiku
Spindly limbs are softly sighing,
Undulating in the chilling breeze.
Sunshine dwindling, slow comes the night,
Uncovering hidden mysteries of Harvest old.
Rampant in the glistening dew,
Rise reflections from a crystal moon.
Untimed music rustling in the leaves;
Sunset pandemonium come alive.
October's murmured wishes dazzle with
Fragments of golden light escaping.
Outstretched flames of Amber and Bronze
Calmly swirl down to dampened paths.
Twilight draws near, a reveal
Of untroubled beauty, and
Bares its beguiling enigma.
Excite in the regal ease of Autumn's appearance;
Rumor of a love letter to Winter to come.
Written 10/4/2020
Title Chosen: Susurrus Of October
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
susurrus, autumn, seasons,
Form: Acrostic
Sunshine exudes its warm greetings of love,
Ushers fire trees to spread red carpets on the ground;
Summer breeze welcomes every passer-by,
Unlimited leisure time echoes to take some hours for a drive.
Rainbow crowns the sky once in a while,
Reflections of sun’s intermission with the rain;
Unexpected lightning with thunder’s drums play,
So many surprises await us beyond this month’s curtain.
Oh, how exciting to be at the white beach this time!
Family and friends meet and chat on the picnic ground.
Only this month that we supposed to have a break,
Children will leave the school for outdoor plays;
Teachers may or may not join them (it’s admin’s discretion)
Oh, I don’t care as long as we’ll have our birthday celebrations.
Bear here, bear there. Calling all the waiters!
Everybody will enjoy although pandemic isn't over,
Remember to pray for it on this rosary month, October.
Sept. 28, 2020 10.32 pm
Categories:
susurrus, october,
Form: Acrostic
October,
Captivating, colourful,
Temperate and gentle.
Oak trees, whose golden leaves rustle in the
Breeze as they fall to the rich
Earth below
Restful Radiant Autumn
Autumn brings with it a myriad of bulbs, flowers and shrubs.
It is a season that burst with vibrant colours and soft, mellow sounds.
Brooks babble, as mild winds whistle through the trees of young saplings.
Everything ready to welcome another perfect picture painted by nature for all to enjoy.
Categories:
susurrus, 10th grade,
Form: Acrostic
Serenading voices of snow geese thrum in the morning sky
Unrivaled is the clangor of their echoed gabbles in October
Songs of Fall ride on the wind as russet leaves begin to fly
Unrobed are trees; stripped bare, looking bereft and sober
Ripened are amethyst crops of corn and grains in the field
Rivaled by a soft golden glow of the gibbous harvest moon
Undeniably beautiful, when in October its glow is revealed
Seduced by its romantic luminance, lovers kiss and swoon
On All Hallow's Eve, I see scary costumed trick-or-treaters
Feasting on candy given by generous household greeters
Ode to October, there's a chill aloft, whispering in the air
Conspiring with Mother Nature in such a glorious season
This pleasant month arrives with a stir of festive fanfare
Offering a kaleidoscope of colors, and with good reason ~
Brushes in artists hands paint landscapes of Autumn days
Eagerly, I welcome those dazzling hues that seem to blaze
Rife with splendid riches, I chant October's songs of praise
~ October 2, 2020 ~
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23-Seasonal Acrostic Contest
~ Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh ~
Categories:
susurrus, october, song,
Form: Acrostic
Scent of petrichor wafts on air for a while,
Under the gray clouds of a volatile sky;
Sunshine and rain crown the sky with rainbow,
Ushering the balmy breeze’s hugging blows.
Rustling leaves sway to kiss each gentle flower,
Random of marigolds shine to show this month’s wonder;
Unfolding message they send: storms never hinder,
Spectacular events await everyone in October.
Oh, how lovely to frolic under the sunshine’s rain!
Feasting birds fly to perch on my window panes.
Outside my window is a marvelous site to see,
Cheering warbles orchestrate dancing butterflies and bees.
Triumphant smiles of rushing passers- by,
On their countenance are smiles that can’t be denied.
Blissful month with God’s steadfast loving miracles,
Exuberantly invite all for a short get-together,
Ravishing repertoire rendered to you only by October.
October 2,2020 7.36pm
WINNER (SEE CONGRATS BELOW)
Categories:
susurrus, october,
Form: Acrostic
Senses are aroused as autumn appears
Unwavering in artistry to cheer
Spectacular arrays of shrubs and trees
Unequaled beauty in colourful leaves
Red, gold, yellow and brown tumbling down
Rustling as the breeze blows them around
Underfoot fallen leaves crunch in rhapsody
Sounds of autumn, a seasonal melody.
Owls hoot and stalk the dark woods hauntingly
For they foresee Halloween’s soon to be.
October’s magic for all that it brings
Coming up soon, all kinds of everything
Though days draw shorter and long is the night
Out there the autumn moon and stars shine bright
Blessed Yuletide anticipated again
Earths overture composed by wind and rain
Remains October's susurrus refrain.
29th September 2020
Categories:
susurrus, autumn, october, seasons, sound,
Form: Acrostic
SUSURRUS OF OCTOBER
Soft sounds of Fall to hear.
Ultimate pleasant sounds.
Sweet music to my ears.
Ubique hark to murmuring, whispering,
Rustling sound of autumn leaves,
Ruffling branches making the leaves fall,
Ultra familiar soft crackling of leaves underfoot,
Subdued whooshing when breeze sways the trees.
Of four seasons in a year,
Fall or autumn is the cooling off season.
October, the month of the Fall Foliage,
Colorful, shades of yellow, amber, orange, red.
Trees shedding leaves, the falling leaves.
Occurrences of October Fest and Halloween.
Best month of the year to enjoy the changing leaves,
Every year to see the utmost show of vibrant colors.
Rippling sound the children make when carving pumpkins.
9/27/20 Seasonal Acrostic - Susurrus of October Edward Ibeh
Categories:
susurrus, october, sound,
Form: Acrostic
Heart yearns for a remedy to help it unwind,
as thoughts drift to forgotten forests of the mind.
Distant visions with hues of a sepia tone,
soul senses tranquil nourishment of being home.
Sweet serene scents feel like a delicate dream,
as light cascades through a canopy of green.
Silence is stolen by nature's wisp like whispers,
like an orchestra of creaking, crawling murmurs.
Pines and acorns adorn trails of leaves lost from trees,
soft susurrus of sighs echo from birds and bees.
Wildflowers garnish along stream rocks moist with moss,
a fusion of colours adding a touch of gloss.
Bohemian spirit delights in harmony,
rejoicing within an enchanted symphony.
Silent One
2 June 2019
Categories:
susurrus, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Sonnet
Il Pleut
It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing the undesirable crevices of the being
it pours incessantly to cover and clean
the gaps of deceptive caves of life
it rains inside me constantly
stretching the cramped limbs
softening the being;
it skits with a susurrus
leading me to the lee
when all on a sudden
something goes wrong
influenced by someone’s lewd smile
or a serein’s half-hearted dampening.
Rain of grace falls and falls
to soothe my ruffled feelings;
it corrects, it helps, it leads me
always to the right way.
When it rains in the forest of my being
where the tallest trees touch the sky
and the moon shines bright on the leaves
through the gnarled branches
lighting the dark parts of existence,
life becomes wholesome
peaceful and serene.
Removing the dryness and darkness of life
rain of grace falls and falls
perpetually to revive.
Categories:
susurrus, imagery, life, metaphor, rain,
Form: Prose Poetry
Scene One:
Fingertip touches
under salt sun,
a volunteer hostage,
wrapped in white.
She leans in,
whispers,
“Stay as long as you like,
dead on this wet cedar slab,
feet toward Japan.”
Scene Two:
Writing in shadow,
deep pain alive,
heart on the killing floor,
still beating.
She closes me tight
in her white apron,
leans down,
whispers,
“Stay as long as you like,
wrapped 'round
in mother's comfort.”
Scene Three:
White light
over bodies gone soft
in hot sulfur water,
cypress knees
cold in the night.
She leans forward,
whispers,
“Come in;
there's room for you
and the vivid dreams
that give memory a home.”
Categories:
susurrus, relationship, sad,
Form: Free verse