Swathing Poems | Examples

Configured Silhuette Of Silence

“The silence fades with a soft embrace”
in the undulating landscape with swerving life stream.
The concert of murmur cascades with mesmeric melody 
in the rapture ripples of the whispering breeze,
the sound of music flies past me, braced by spell of silence.

My aloneness walks me in the desolate wasteland
with my serrated shadow trailing your fading footprints
through the quietude of the sequined moonbeam, 
until you see me as a spellbound quintessence,
configured in the silhouetted contours of silence.

Touched by faint flow of silence your face glows vibrant,          
the radiant beauty flows with charming trance
through my enthralled still senses. 
My gleaming heart dances to the tune of music,
as you make the serenading silence within me so unique.

As the rising sun tints your charismatic calmness 
with the patina of hued tide in the sea of tranquility,  
I swim blissfully in its amorous waters
with my dreams dancing in the rhythm of aureate yearning 
in the shimmering shore of swathing golden silence.

Gift Of God

The dazzling dawn lights up my heart’s horizon, 
spreads the sensuous spectrum of luring longing
on the gorgeous blooming garden flushed with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face with charisma.

The patina of rose blushes in your sensuous lips,
glittering with the grandeur of charismatic petals.
Rhapsodic wind blows in mesmeric meadow of my heart,
as you become mine, I float beguiled in ether of euphoria. 

The sculpted window of your hazel eyes closes
like the folded ornate wings of hypnotic butterfly.
Lattice of onyx eyelashes embroiders lissome lids of eyes,
harboring dulcet dreams in the fathomless sapphire sea.

The radiant cherubic cheeks are subtly caressed
by serenading zephyr suffused with fuchsia blush,
candescent in the amorous aurora of sunburst dusk sky.
Breathless, I etch in my halcyon heart the enticing image. 

In my journey in the undulating terrain of life, 
through the blizzard in the winter of despair,
and along the valley of flowers in the spring of delight, 
by my side I always find you, the precious gift of God.

Nothingness Niche

Intrinsic awareness,
sensuous stream
in the vale of time, 
channeled challenged
through mind’s myriad 
angularities accentuated,
carries in coherent current
ceaselessly, 
the cognitive impulses
criticality conjured,
surging swathing waves 
of enlightenment
across formless emptiness 
of amorphous perception.

The pulse of time 
vibrates with perpetuity
in inner space, 
intuitively infinite,
the cadence in harmony 
with the intonation 
of eternity,
the manifested 
timeless transition 
from one phase 
to another
in continuum,
modulated mystically 
by stimulus shimmer 
of the illumined soul.

The life force 
ostensibly obscure,
abhors vacuum, 
persistence pervasive 
propels the essence 
of the existent 
in nothingness niche.

Three Legged Table

Be like the tree, change your leaves and keep your roots... Change your ideas and keep your principles!”
Tibetan proverb

So sturdy and steady, the teapoy stands
I ask, how do you live with no demands?
I am grounded like a tree with strong roots,
three legs are the Trinity my life persuits.
first leg is 'Work', to be done to it's  best
with honest labour, hours toiled in quest.
second leg is 'Love' for all dear relations
with faith and hope, less of expectations.
third leg is 'Self-Care', body, mind, soul,
no worries for problems beyond control.
On my round table top, all flux and flow...
candle dripping wax, swathing warm glow.
enduring all, stands the three legged table.
poised to the ground , balanced and stable.

Winter Wonderland

Soft she slips into the wood,
Garlanding brush and branches,
Spreading out her lovely cloak,
To cover posts and fences.

Now she drifts into the yard,
Making all things bright,
Swathing each and every thing,
In a mantle of pure white.

The roses in my garden,
Will sleep through Winter's night,
Beneath their mantle made of snow,
Hidden from my sight.

Winter's queen is lovely,
And wonderful to see,
Sparkling in the moonlight,
She smiles and beckons me.

Come walk with me in moonlight.
Come dance beneath the stars.
Laugh as snow flakes kiss your face.
This moment now is ours.

Beyond Reach

Reaching out,
stepping out
into the beyond.
Feeling the stars
bathing your vista
with twinkles and sparkles.
Venturing beyond is a journey
through a time warp's
quivering door
with fate swathing your body
in expectation,
like seawater does 
when you plunge into the dark sea,
carefree with eyes closed.
You've turned your back on sameness's tug,
and shed the hackles and snares
of past cares
that tugged you down
like ropes swung over
pegged at each end.
Beyond your reach, now
you're free at last
to soak up, enjoy and imbibe
whatever comes your way.

The Construction Song

Where is humanity driving us today?
Which couple is trying to invest in housing to stay?
With spaces and places hiking in price,
Mankind suffers in swathing High-rise fries!
We toil day and night – to get some dough in our kitty
We could manage our hunger to make sure nobody will later pity,
We save hard to make better our each day
And spend in thrift – So that no one could ever say,
That we try to live above our reach….
Allowing just about everyone to come and preach
That every brick we put into our home, 
Carries the sweat we shed, upon building  that pretty dome
That we call “Dream” and strive to make things work for us
But Dreams are what we yearn to believe without a fuss,
So don’t make them a song and dance
Life is too short to keep up such a trance
Work hard to make a lot of money,
While time flies, you gotta build a house for yourself honey,
That will stand the tests of time for you
And for everyone in your family too!

Dreams In Debris

The splendorous crown of my fervent heart,
twinkled with the tinsels of the cerulean night, 
where your yearning gleamed with enticing tinge, 
suffused with the sequins of the silver moon. 

I tried to feel the swathing touch so tempting
of your intangible mesmeric charisma, 
but you glided away out of my entranced sight 
like the autumn cloud across my sky of dream. 

In the verdant vale following my cascading heart, 
I saw your footprints disappear in the wasteland,  
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing, 
as I walked on the deserted path going nowhere. 

The remains of my love glowed in the wilderness,  
I sensed enthralled in the core of my hopeful heart, 
the last embrace of the amorous moon dust 
drizzled with the fading patina of your grace. 

From the ebony edge of the dense night of despair  
storm clouds surged with thunders of tearing strife, 
splintered the facade of the sky I call my heart,
where the shards of dream dispersed in the debris.

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February 25, 2022
Contest : Some Broken Hearts Never Mend
Sponsored by : Faraz Ajmal

Panorama

In the mist shrouding mystically 
the journey’s penultimate mile
at the fringe of the fading pasture 
of the un-blossomed future obscure
in the twilight hour transient 
the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn life silently spent
and becoming silhouetted still
against the shrinking skyline of lost luster
seeing the last sparkle of the dying day. 

The twirling threads of turmoil 
entwined in seamless motif
with the passing clouds of passion 
surging through the sensuous storm
to the unwary horizon dark 
halcyon once with splendorous hues 
tinting the chameleon transformation
on the convoluted yearning canvas ablaze 
as from its burning rememrance remnant 
the abandoned ashes fly away.

The shards of the splintered hope
in the swirling squall of relentless agony  
afloat on the melancholic waves 
of melted fervor flowing in the stream of tears 
the remaining rays of sanguinity 
survive still in the final flashes 
of the sinking sun not yet morbid
fabricating the last lattice latent
of the tapestry of dream 
swathing the panorama of the promising life.

Swathing the Scars

Sun’s hue drapes my dying day, 
twilight tinge makes a painting
of life new from shades of gray. 

Stars sparkle in crown of night, 
silver dust spreads on sorrow, 
swathes the scars with delight. 

September 19, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No 21
Sponsor : Line Gauthier

Divine Union Within

How close is close enough for endearment 
What if the caress begins from within
Explosive bliss defying containment 
Endless thunderous climax ignition

Imagine within, a central funnel
A living flame, called the staff of power
Outpouring magnetic heat toroidal
Swathing us in a loving bliss shower

Know, oh hermit, that this is how it is
Is-ness of being-ness immediate
Elixirous in the flowing joy fizz
Depth of ecstasy, higher for the chaste

Transfixed in love divine, as we gyrate
Delight such, we cannot delineate

04-January-2021

Bliss Electricity Within

“The energy path is direct and unapologetic 
No questions remain upon feeling the bliss throb ecstatic”

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Feel
inner
vibration,
being current,
divine magnetism
felt as blissful humming
whereupon no doubts remain,
having been, seen and felt the joy,
tingling, purring and caressing form,
swathing us with beauteous ecstasy warm.

Flowing thus, vibrant with bliss in fullness,
essence of presence suffused with love,
doing nothing in tranquil calm,
we behold ourself blooming,
the caress soft and slow,
like a gentle breeze,
a healing touch,
inside out:
divine
love.

17-December-2020

Damage Control

slowly he picks away at the shell of his swathing

          enough shrouded persona

                    the charade had to retreat

                              masquerades are for fools

                                        the wise man moves on


weapons of self-destruction have powerful aims

          delusion deception survival

                    denial protection abidance

                               incisive forearmed scars

                                         harmful mind’s blades

finally he cracks under rapid oncoming fire

          looks into gun barrel’s shine

                      focusses on the target

                                 cradles the trigger

                                           lets go of the pain


26th 2020

Spring Coronation

Above the brightening vale in sun reborn
The barrow braes are clothed as we behold
Amid green pines the gorse and broom adorn 
With blossoms swathing heath in cloth of gold

Below: the tarn’s once dark and baleful mien 
Is now transformed with shining silver face
Neath damsel sapphire jewels in flickering gleam
Margined by a garland amber bracken lace

Now Nature flags the sign to all its kin
No longer to hold back its life elan
But flourish without caution and begin
The annual great cycle - sacred plan

Reach of present strife-thrown shadows on our days
Shall be as life’s great rhythms: passing phase

Harvest of Verbs

HARVEST  OF  VERBS




                                             storing.
                                  vacuum-packing,   freezing; 
                           steeping,       pickling,      smoking;
                     crushing,       slicing,      grinding,     cutting;
           cleaning,      peeling,     skinning,      coring,      chopping; 
      Digging,    swathing,    raking,    collecting,    drying,    bagging;


                                                                    
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NOTE
This   “harvest heap”    shape-poem is to be read from the bottom upwards.  All  harvest operations are in the best order possible, in a single sentence starting with capital “D”, ending with a full stop after the final word “storing”.

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