TINTED STRAND OF WISDOM
The day my eyes beheld
the sheeny silvery strand
almost had a nervous breakdown
was it not just yesterday
we recited nursery rhymes
and danced in the rain
yesterday when we wore oversized
shoes and baggy clothes
that mama bought us for christmas
yesterday when we were just
girls who had gabfests filled with
giggling about the far future
oh there it is!
the very first grey hair
glittering and standing proud
like a trophy about to be
presented to the winning team in the
glaring view of the teeming audience
first thought was to pluck it out
but at a second glance
saw art in the mind's eye
it's just a strand
not the official opening
of the floodgates
it's inevitable and means nothing
ultimately the beautiful
melanin hair will one day turn grey
no need to conceal it
not only does it get finer with age
but it also comes with insight
happy toddlers laughing, giggling, dancing, playing
excited children spinning, twirling, inviting, including
enthusiastic parents admiring, enjoying, loving, talking
park full of little darlings on a summer's day
lots of cuddles
The ocean's are teeming with life
Beyond belief oblivious to today's strife
Doing their thing
Surviving everything
Makes you stop and think “very low price”
Here it comes, at last
How Spring teems with life!
How it smiles at me...
And hangs in the air
A gift to my eyes
The earth lush green
Hope floats so high
Days will soon be...
Blessed by the rain
Birds all sing
Seeds of joy
All sprout, too
Stay as
You are...
Spring!
STRAND CHOICE V,any theme,any form Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date submitted: 03/30/2020
Diminished Hexaverse Contest About Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date written and posted: 03/31/2019
Please, Storm!
Let the children live!
Give milk to the sapless breast.
The desert spreads a spill so dry
it stretches wider wings of death.
Lightening shocks our eyes.
Thunder’s anger bolts.
Angels weep their own relief
relieving tiny throats.
May 2, 2016
for EVEN THE ANGELS WEPT - Poetry Contest
sponsor: John Lawless
I heard your thunder…
It trembled the world with fear
Future’s mighty blur
Your teeming thunder
Fulfills sudden, minute glimpse
Dare to wonder? Sure…
My team’s self-esteem
Got ruined that same instant
We saw your swift gleam
And… right this instant,
It strikes me that you’re vibrant
Beyond brilliant!!!
You, the strong weather,
Made the world effortlessly…
Spin like no other!!!
Went for brekkie at the local coffee joint
Key word is fast but it sure disappoints
Two minutes tops
It was teeming with cops
Think I may have overheard a few oink oinks
She wanted autumn
and it came pouring out,
indignant in the air,
a flash of warmth bent with
the current facing her.
A steel hull of madness
is what he found, peering down,
into wells of glitter blue
rubbed off during the confusion,
beautiful and smiling.
And he wanted too,
just briefly to recognize the warmth
of her breath floating mint
when mint would do but none could be found.
Magical even then.
Memory swells and ebbs
during younger moments
lying in wait, patient, until lights turn green
and bustling feet propel forward
all the purity of yore.
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