Winter's Magic 1-8-24
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Winter’s Magic
Winter wizard casts cold spells with gusto
As torrents of snowstorms dance flamencos
Champagne confetti drifts in bits of snow
Clear technicolor snowflakes spin aglow
As winter winds enchanted spells now sow
Bright snowfall’s glitter – solstice nights light show
Meadows and boughs bewitched by snowy ghosts
Wear sparkling blankets for enchanted tableaus
Hypnotic flurries weave to and fro
In the trance of crystal ice chateaus
All the world wears an enchanted chapeau
Winter magic captured in a snow globe.
Categories:
tableaus, magic, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Ballet of the Stars
Breath of the galaxy spins the night sky
Over the magic of midsummer dreams
Legends, lovers, pirouette through the night
Sculptures of fire carved with airy light beams
Dances l’etoile sparkle winter rondeaus
Gossamer nebulas leave stardust veils
Ensembles of stars in stellar tableaus
Costumed in lightness made of starry faille
Astral ballets dance on ebony stage
Patterns of stars in place in this dark space
Stage left then stage right arrangements change place
Celestial performance – rotating grace
Star-spangled glitter on star twinkle toes
Scrim curtain rises on nighttime’s light show.
5-18-23
Contest: Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Celestial – 3 syllables
Performance – 3 syllables
Categories:
tableaus, dance, night, stars,
Form: Sonnet
Song of My Heart
Heart song,
Midsummer dream,
Intones sweet poetry,
Love notes resolve in harmonies -
Vespers
Music,
Weaves themes of joy,
Transposes dawn and dusk
Tableaus of half-notes bind lost chords -
In tune
Verses
Winsome lyrics
Tempos sing in duets,
My song breathes in stanzas of sighs
On key
Refrains,
Heart arias,
Beat with mercy’s cadence
Laughter chants a prelude to peace -
Pure pitch
Heartbeats
Sing like love songs
Strummed upon taut heartstrings
Breathless choruses of downbeats -
Heart songs
5-15-23
Contest: Song of My Heart
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Categories:
tableaus, heart, music, song,
Form: Cinquain
Tableaus’
An elderly television speaks to her
in a deaf condominium.
Her garden is a cluster of cobwebs,
it rattles and spins as stiff
as the skeletons of the sun.
Her ears listen to the world
as it ascends into a fairy tale.
The dragons are back,
the good knights and the bad,
she recalls their fictitious deeds,
they ride again in her garden of bones;
those lovers that have succumbed
knit together more daylight dreams.
Outside her window
anxious gangs of newborn brawlers
via for the earths attention.
The clatter of arms
and the crush of concurrence
are hardly noticed at all.
From time to time,
F.D.R calls but his fireside chats
are a dusty furnace long unlit.
The condominium cools
inside a dark-stockinged twilight
then she, unseen and younger,
slips into another
of her timeworn party dresses.
Categories:
tableaus, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Bewitching and beguiling in nature and in art,
Every where the handicraft of God imparts
Alluring scenes for eyes to taste,
Uplifting spirits. Gifts not to be consumed in haste;
They must be savored, full and slow,
Imbibed into the eye and mind, tableaus
Filled with soul food, rich and sweet,
Ubiquitous treasures found down any street
Love treads with open eyes and heart.
Copyright, December 31, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
tableaus, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Acrostic
Grandma was German raised to value beauty,
her art found in nature the flowers and the trees.
Grandpa, a Wentworth, from an English family
whose Great Grand sailed the Mayflower, across the sea.
In the time of William Morris, when craft was art,
Great Granddad was a shipwright that's how we got our start.
So, we valued craft and beauty and adventure charted.
Through tough times, poverty, still wisdom was imparted.
Born in a place of splendor miles from the bay,
Mom was raised on the poetry of Edna Millay.
I was born there to and in the woods I played
amongst maidenhair ferns and violets unafraid.
In art born, with brush and pen, often did I write,
raised on Lord Tennyson to great my delight.
And, I adored the architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright
how he blended craftsmanship into each homesite.
Schooled in modern art Warhol and Mies Van De Rhoe,
my mind opened blooming to many new tableaus.
All my contemporaries were part of art neuvau.
Each masterly artisan's work helped me to grow
Categories:
tableaus, life, nostalgia, on work
Form: Quatrain
the harp!
I'm afraid to play the harp!
Vibrating its strings
I can hear a sound that makes me shiver
And remember anything distant
Mixture of nightmare and dream sweet.
I'm afraid to remember forgotten ways
the sound of an instrument that does not forgive past
Anything past!
Guilty soul,
I fear that my past is exposed as paintings on the wall.
But what a joy: here they are, in fact,
Pictures of open paths to infinity.
And a soft white light
Shaped figure
She invites me to follow it.
Is an angel that I have long been waiting for?
God Himself in human figure?
"The past does not matter" - says the figure -
But still afraid to play the harp.
Open windows, tableaus, light flooding the environment,
Widening paths to infinity - windows Divine!
Inside the enclosure, the simple furniture, piano, harp - the past!
Outside in the future!
Where that Being, mild and white light, smile, and opens its arms to me
this is a piece from my love ceizar i thank you from my heart my love
Categories:
tableaus, loveme, light, sound, light,
Form: Verse
( I sure do "heart" america's heartland!)
Iowa heart land
spring's Redbreast, summer corn rows
fall harvest, winter tableaus
For Brian Strand's Poetry of the Noun contest
And for Skat's MY LAND IS MY HOME Poetry Contest
Categories:
tableaus, placespoetry,
Form: Haiku