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The Jungle Untamed

Written: July 29, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "You Are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop." by Rumi
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the jungle breathes as a vast pulsating lung
      thunder rumbles from its heart while mist swathes
        as if the ground were a relic of lost commas
          it waives itself with reptiles slinking through the scrub

leaves merge in a symphony of vibrant voices
      while ferns unfurl as mirage slices through the sky
          akin to cherished recollections rooted

          birds come together in the canopy 
        creating a ladder of fluttering honor
      feathers show rite and respond to the rain
no map can steer this place, no compass offers balm
the vines spin a web crafted by nature's bold hand

lush foliage fosters a furrowed field
      with a flowing growth and decay
        seagulls alone notice ancient occult beauty
          moss cloaks a worn stone as wrinkles on a giant

the jungle swallows you not from hunger
      but from necessity
        this tale ties you to its timeless storyline
          not as a hero but as an echo

Those We Love

“Those we love don’t go away,
they walk beside us everyday”,
become our lasting second shadow, 
always close to us, we all know.

They fly in our secluded skies,
on silver-lined clouds their love lies,
spreads sunburst spectrum of longing,
swathes our souls with sense of belonging.  

They remain in the core of our heart,
no storm of strife can ever set us apart.
We’re with them in journey tough or easy,
till the end of our time with us they’ll be.

Glimpses

The grass waved hello
the birds called back.
Telegraph poles stood still 
like tall slender trees.
the birds liked that.
the crickets a constant tickle in the ear,
swathes of brown grass bouncing back after drought,
three troughs haphazard on a patch without
any grass. Bare dark earth.
the raven makes its cry
under a bright grey sky,
on a swampy, sweaty day .
my dog companion at my feet

"Come on then, let's go home."

Kaleidoscopic Sky

Wild swathes of manic hues 
struck ghostly angst in me 
a fireball ambience 
ensued and my banshee
wail at bright splodge ink sky
shattered stained glass moon’s glee

hiku - luck

rich emerald fields 
vast swathes of three leaf clovers ~ 
sweeping irish luck

Sky of Silk and Bliss

Written June 5, 2025, for contest: Etheree Of Your Heart - Sponsor: Ink Empress

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Breeze
broadcasts
charming pace
beats of the breeze
girls with clumsy legs
scrutinize for snail beads —
to the seamless sapphire sky
amid the swarm of silky clouds,
sculpt morphs into cobalt-hued visor
spume tails hover from peaks with cyclic bliss
winsome enthusiasm in our core swathes —
storm hooves herald the dawn of high tide
enshrines recall of past paths roved
rings rhythm of earned respite care
in sound and unspoilt place —
weaving whimsy waves
soothes my spirit.
drawn gold sky,
soul glint
stream

Sanguinity

Mystique mist Shrouds the penultimate pathway   
to the future fading Away in the obscurity haze.        
At the onyx edge of Night the tunes of sunset swansong sway   
the Gloomy facade of forlorn life, silhouetted still always         
against the sunk somber skyline Upon the stormy sea.    
The Insipid shards of shattered hope afloat as dejected debris          
flow to Nowhere in the dormant stream of the unshed tears.            
The remnant rays of resurgence survive Inside for years,                 
designing The latent lattice of dreams spreading to infinity,     
swathes the listless life in the Yearning sphere of sanguinity.

Missing Window

   Gloom descends upon my head,
   Think it will never end.
   Paint brush comes out,
   Primary colors flit about.
   Across the canvass in wide swathes.
   Inked in buildings,
   Some don't last.
   Of towering structures covered in paint,
   Green shadowed yards are so faint.
   Clouds slashed across the sky.
   Until the gloom is buried,
   Behind the missing windows eye!

Light

‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ - Lauren Eden


the road to travel is long 
wheels of time turn in last lap 
on the path turning to subterranean river 
incised within heart 
i set sail sanguine  
take the route to love   
don’t ask the journey’s purpose 
for i know from birth 
someone will take me to the goldilocks zone 
travel contented 
in new walkway i pave on hailing terrain 
in intimate twilight zone       
swathes sky with longing spectrum        
nostalgic gleam on the path 
shines to take me home
i hear its close call in the whisper of blood 
in my veins

Skating Upon Saturn's Rings

In
cosmic
wilderness
icy rings swirl
with frozen rock dust
in thin ribbons on flight
in solar system unique,
around the sleeping Saturn far,
as it’s leftover wandering waste,
making the breathtaking celestial rinks
where I as cosmonaut shall one day glide,
skate upon the congealed space tracks vast
in freedom of weightless milieu,
whirl charmed in galactic glow.
As the stardust swathes me
I’ll take spiral turns,
primal silence
will flood me
in false
dream.

A Summery Night

the sparkling green trees 										                             
alight within blackish swathes                                                                                               
milky horizon

Sanguinity Sphere

Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path 
to the time future behind the film of obscurity. 
In twilight hour the sunset swansong echoes
the tune of forlorn spent life, silhouetted still
against the backdrop of the sunk somber skyline.

The threads of turmoil weave morbid motif
of craving cloud riding the sensuous storm
to the blank horizon, once donning fervent hues.
The tinged charisma sets yearning canvas ablaze,
from its burnt relic the ashes of fervor fly away.

The shards of shattered hope on dejected drift,  
flow in the stream of the unshed tears.  
The remnant rays of resurgence survive still,   
designing the last latent lattice of dream, 
swathes the sanguinity sphere of listless life.

ABSTRACT DREAMS

ABSTRACT DREAM
An
abstracted blur
in flashbacks
of
yesteryear
 caught
  in a daydream

illusions
symbols
  of childhood
coloured
filled swathes
of painterly
hues
A  private
fantasy
in slow motion
suspended
  in space

OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive cadence permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment'

Utterly

Utterly joyful when daffodils bloom
Winter is banished we live in the light
Spring melody creates wonderful tune
Landscape perfection is beautiful sight.

Swathes of yellow burst from cold winter ground
Floral Renaissance it's springtime fever
Fecundity gathering all around
Nature's become a magical weaver.

Busy weaver of spells on winter earth
Starting with daffodils, profound delight
Captivating moment nature gives birth
Triumphant vista makes our smiles ignite.

Daffodil magic has enthralled springtime
Mesmerised entirely vision sublime.

Where is Spring?

There's been no respite from seasonal cold
With endless rainfall full of angry spite
Grey skies, enchanted clouds do not unfold
It seems as if nature has taken flight.

Long wait for spring when will it be revealed?
Hopefully, the first snowdrops will appear
Mighty oak stands stoic they lie concealed
White waxy beauty that visits each year.

When yellow swathes of daffodils grow tall 
In soft gentle breeze, they sway and delight
This is the moment when spring does not stall
Poetic vision and verse will take flight

Magical spring creates pure miracle
Enchanted season will wax lyrical

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