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Categories:
swing over, appreciation, courage, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Sunflowers shine in the night light.
They kneel and close their jolly sight.
Clouds swing over blue sky, I see
God bless with peace and harmony.
The sheer charm of nature in awe.
Storms are part of nature's law.
Nature draws her colorful spree.
God bless with peace and harmony.
Every man is born to yield life.
If modest roots could grip and strife.
My glass is not deep nor empty.
God bless with peace and harmony.
A flash of light, a brief sharpness.
Bright stars shone in the sky's vastness.
Shivers in cool mountain air free.
God bless with peace and harmony.
I grab my easel, now finish.
And make my way back to my dish.
I stow my right gear carefully.
God bless with peace and harmony.
Syllables Checked with HMS.com
Written: September 5, 2021
''H'' Contest, New or Old Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
swing over, analogy, appreciation, beauty, earth,
Form: Kyrielle
the apple tree
in my grandmother's yard
low branches
secret shade
our place to steal
time from the world
safe from others
with their gin and regrets
I remember you
so young with pink ribbons
clambering up on rough branches
cursing your shoes and clean dress
shining smiles down on me
invitation so sweet
daring so bold
me shy and earthbound
I make low limbs my perch
you laugh and swing over
robins startled and scolding
grabbing apples so fat
our warm summer rubies
carelessly tossed down my way
so eyes closed I bite in
loving that crunch
a little taste of forever
but glancing up into yesterday
with a last slice of memory
your dress now only sunlight
bright patches dappled on branches
and looking down
I'm surrounded
by fallen apples
Categories:
swing over, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry
There lies a location with an Emerald Doorway
leading to a shared past.
Waiting for it's own children to visit.
We slipped thru the portal again this summer,
Jacquie, I and another child, her son Joe.
Immediately, I sensed decades of joy surrounding us
And heard the echoes of our horses hoofs
tamping down the path.
Undisturbed, the path lay awaiting our return.
Fertile earth delighting to feel our familiar tread..
The ancient beech, carved with our milestones,
stood sentinel over our clearing.
Sunbeams lighted the moss, remembering long
conversations.
Gnarly grapevines dangling memories of our Grasps,
ready to swing over the ravine, into our past.
Inviting us to a smokey treat, flavored by long ago.
A musical voice...the stream, called to our
remembering and our playfulness...
urging us to slide it blue-smooth slate
Among the creatures, salamanders, crayfish and
minnows, staring in wide-eyed wonder at seeing us again.
into our swimming hole, waiting to baptize us in
the wonderment of nature... to carry with us,
Our childhood home.
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Categories:
swing over, childhood, growing up, nature,
Form: Imagism
My dear friend and worst foe,
you follow me wherever I go,
towering above me sometimes,
falling behind at other times.
On sunny days, my braids I admired, for hours on end,
as you showed them swing, over the day growing longer.
On stormy nights, while we kids retired, our fingers did bend,
as the walls made eerie faces, our curiosity growing stronger.
To my eyes, your unrelenting adherence,
oft seems like a reverence,
although like an enemy,
you sometimes stalk and waylay me.
Yet, it’s on you I rely,
when luck fails to be my ally,
my guard down the lanes of treachery,
partaking my grief and misery.
Now my brush splurges in deep hue,
and kisses the canvas,
my dark shadow comes in view,
and makes me nervous.
I mix vigor and passion,
with sweeps of brilliant lines,
the picture tells my notion,
that good and bad intertwines.
Categories:
swing over, artme, me,
Form: Rhyme