Ecstatic eye of night
thoughts tangled tangent
tint of orange moon
slivers were just hazy
incipient learned launch
as the querulous quirk
indented ingress idly
still desperate to capture
though less likely
lavishness connoting mood
human forest focal point
I dream in dribbles soppy
though never flagged yet
as futile aspiration amid
hues strictly night bound
might benefit wistfully
when strident slumber
indigenous to townscape
has its muted rippled
riddle not tactfully
resolved due to blind
daylight tinctured template
aroused by the clangour
of mint medley lure of
Arcadia circus dangle
of inchoate promise known
as crystal carrot jewellery
box whose flecks fly a riot
before the milling cluster
who wantonly wonder
at collapsing fortress inside
whilst rugged resilience
that tower block of prime
revitalised endeavour bent
on a fantasy forage with
disposition a pointless block
though underbody wobbles
if left without the widest
custodial watch of the self
one might be elated finally
Purple-petals passion’s potion
Magenta’s magic, fluid motion
Tint and shadow, subtle glints
Misty forest’s gilded hints
She finds the pink planet, musing Alice Liddell's Imagination is the only weapon in war with reality. Sky's canvas, brushed cotton candy clouds where marshmallow mountains peak and the seventh sun rides low 'til the man in the moon awakens. White light and red, filters a pink-tint, nebulous fringed rose gold. Pearlescent beams lap at her legs, silhouettes blossom as silky waves of jasmine kiss, spiral, and envelop her
open-mindness to
embrace the unexpected
Alice would be proud
realization pink planet
a bountiful life journey
Dawn gently woke the sun on this humid morn
He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light
dappling brown cattails along the lake's edge
and golden wings of a dragonfly ready for flight
A tint of rich ochre glossed over the water
suddenly rippled by strokes of a bull frog
and a blue heron appeared for his breakfast
Quietly, I observed them through wisps of fog
Upon the calm lake at this birthing hour of day
Nature reveals the ambiance of her majesty
In pastel threads, tightly woven with her breath
she creates sunrise scenes like those of a tapestry
Oh goldenrod how bright your blaze
though blooming sunrays bittersweet —
your tint the hint of crisper days
when dusk arrives on hastened feet
amidst the green tall grass you gleam
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze!
gold dust the stuff of Nature’s dream
rich sprays of flame the monarchs praise
a beacon’s beam in humid haze
a rocket flare in atmosphere
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze —
a torch for summer love to bear
as solstice fades no longer spry
and sun-dried skies brown manes of maize
beneath the aging daystar’s sigh
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze!
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2022
~ First Place ~
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
*N/A (X'd)
*Contest: Hint of Autumn
*Date judged: September 3, 2022
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Syllables verified: howmanysyllables; 8 per line
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The crunch of sea glass
under bare feet-cut moon shape
sickle cells.The sea
has bruise tints; has snow-
bird hues; sinking suns bleed night
into the pristine
Southern Ocean.
Wings are butter knives that spread
black-berries; and blue.
Meet mind mint
Taste true tint
Be bright boast
Rich ripe roast
Feel face fire
Stretch spice sire
Help hurts heal
Face firm feel
Poise posts play
Dance dream day
Love lives laughs
Taste times tough
Time tells tales
Seek sound sales
Calm choice comes
Spice stiff sum
Wrap warm words
High hopes heard
Surge strokes spice
Nude nerves nice
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2018
Singapore
Quatrain #575:
TINT
Think with clear mind and sync sure heart,
Ink words you find as style crafts art;
Note thus the sign where soul hurls hint,
Tint colours kind warm poignant start.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 December 2016
Singapore
Quatrain #479:
TINT
Thrill in the show where faith sculpts hope,
Indulge fine glow in quest and scope;
Note how love flows in stillness deep,
Touch helps you know good cheer that copes.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2016
Singapore
Quatrain #123:
TINT
Touch that sure thrill in cosmic play,
Indulge bold will to screen each sway;
Note form that fills the journey path,
Thought now reveals a profound stay.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 November 2015
Singapore
shame on you who scorn
with boorish condescension
skin pigmentation
why do i want something to say?
i have enough other thoughts
to fritter away.
does not this day deserve
the moment of peace
i've caught?
somewhere beneath the breeze
it reserves my bloody end
for me,
one hopeful hint
before the red tint
is all i see.
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