Come, let us together consider the finer things
Like mystical pyramids and fringed silk scarves
Stones that bring comfort to the aching bone
Intricate ebony statues the lonely man carves,
A secluded stroll through a shaded pine grove
The glimmer of a blue diamond in natural light,
Warm feelings borne of proud accomplishment
A billion stars shining in far galaxies in the night.
Whispered words of love under the firmament,
Wonder of the senses, feelings, touch, and sight
Intricacies of a threadlike web brown spider wove,
Cool mists that bathe the worn Mississippi wharves
Scoops of frozen custard piled high on sugar cone
A fine restaurant neither can afford, going halves,
Enraptured by intricate trills the coloratura sings.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
written April 25, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
submitted to Brian Strand Premier Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
threadlike, beauty, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
a
long
fragile
spidery
silver threadlike street
crossing in nature's G.P.S.
like those swinging bridges in gentle wafting breezes
temporary avenues to more hospitable environmental habitat
written January 3, 2022
Categories:
threadlike, environment, insect, nature,
Form: Fibonacci
My heart quite deep within me quakes
when darkness steals the sky.
The night rolls out its raven cape
and stars from shadow, fly.
Gray threadlike clouds adorn the deep
and look down as to spy.
The silence of each long, dark hour
is nightfall's strong ally.
Below, on earth, from our purview
we sleep, we work, and play.
Too often as our life unwinds
we miss night's grand display.
We move among the twilight spheres
with blinders, left and right,
yet high among the moon and stars
we find a guiding light.
The reverence we sense and feel
amid each nightlong fray
enriches and sustains us as
we wait for break of day.
Deep night is not some cryptic foe,
though silent, is a friend.
We live in shadowed, umbral realms
until the dawn ascends
Darkness Steals
1-20-15
common verse
Categories:
threadlike, earth, moon, night,
Form: Quatrain
I tried to write a poem the way that Solomon wrote about his prize,
But you don’t seem to fit the mold you don’t have a pair of flighty eyes.
And evidently he liked the fact and it seems that it raised his hopes,
When he would sniff her hair and it smelled just like mountain goats.
And I think that your dental hygiene is something you should keep,
Evidently his girl’s teeth were fuzzy and reminded him of sheep.
I really don’t mean to bring him down by making these funny quips,
But I would have to truly say there’s nothing threadlike about your lips.
And apparently his girl’s temples looked like a pomegranate slice,
When I look at you, your face is fruit free and I think that’s very nice.
Your neck does a fantastic job and I could nuzzle it by the hour,
But I can’t say that there is anything about it that reminds me of a tower.
And when my eyes wander lower than your neck to see your special features,
There’s nothing about them that vaguely reminds me of any woodland creatures.
So I don’t know if my ability is hindered by my talents or by your good looks,
But I’d sure like to see a picture of his girl; I bet she’d be one for the books.
Categories:
threadlike, funny, me,
Form: Light Verse
Blighted
And strangled
By a parasite-
Heather'slife withered
away
Note:The red threadlike dodder lives upon the heather plant
Categories:
threadlike, nature
Form: Cinquain