The weather matches her mood today
It is tenebrific
Dark gloom pervades as the skies are grey
Dripping tears terrific
Melancholy's like a miry pit
Pulling her deep within
While outside, the world's depression-hit*
Soaking the earthly skin
Her hope is like that rainbow dazzling
Peeking through those grey clouds
Though she's in a state of mind frazzling
She'll rise 'bove sorrow shrouds.
*Depression - a region of lower atmospheric pressure, especially a cyclonic weather system.
11.09.2021
Categories:
tenebrific, depression, rain, weather,
Form: Rhyme
“Thought forms desire spawns are suspect
Detached soul alone stands erect”
- quote, by poet
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Attachments compel stagnation
Fears and desires then enmesh soul
Illusion bondage delusion
Heart cries out, to again feel whole
Thoughts spiral in a narrow band
Attachments compel stagnation
Made thus captive by our own hand
We crouch in fearful contraction
Path to freedom is cessation
Fearless spirit in witness stance
Attachments compel stagnation
Jubilant heart chooses to dance
Our life, our choice, be to become
Make then each breath celebration
Joyous heart makes love feel welcome
Attachments compel stagnation
08-November-2021
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
tenebrific, allegory, depression, freedom, joy,
Form: Quatern
Baby, just put on your favorite coat
I've got no time for you to waste away,
the swallows have returned, spring is afloat
and tenebrific winter has turned to day,
the sun is rising across the bay.
No more the dark and gloomy nights,
all dank grey days rebuked by light.
Outside the grass is warm beneath the sky,
and dainty flowers flaunt their bluebells bright
with morning dew and birds a fly.
For: ''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
November 06, 2021
Categories:
tenebrific, spring,
Form: Dizain
"Grief must not be stifled; it must
have tears, an outlet, a sigh, words."
by _Constance
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I came today
to visit the cemetery
the trees are bleak against a somber sky
the rows of headstones grim
it feels oppressive, desolate and dismal
no birds songs drift, no squirrels playfully scamper
my last visit . . .
before snow falls upon her stone and my heart hurts
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November 6, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Tenebrific Visit
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1403-921-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Categories:
tenebrific, grief,
Form: Free verse
Her final days, a mercilessly cold, never-ending night
Her eyes have grown so weary, always averting from the light
That used to burst within her. It has grown tragically dull
The bloomed flowers of her life is wilting as death comes to call
A terminally ill woman accepts her fate; embracing the dark
She's crossing the rubicon of doom; a journey so cold and stark
She lies dying, deeply submerged in depression's murky ocean
Scythe-wielding Grim Reaper lurks about as she lies devoid of motion
Her eyes sadder than a lonely moon, they bare no iota of spark
Moribund; her spirits, somber. Her sunny days; now charcoal dark
She hears the death-knell; a crow, outside, cawing of morbid dread
Her hopes and dreams have drowned in a well, soon she'll be dead
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Submission date: 11/07/2021
Word chosen: Tenebrific
Date originally written: 01/01/2019
Categories:
tenebrific, dark, death, deep, fate,
Form: Rhyme