Downstream Time treads tick-ticking;
He paddles upstream to the woodland,
To hermits’ “Evergreen” bookstore:
To observe, to feel, and to be with.
Hum dreamy murmuring streams,
Mystic tip-toeing spirits mutter him;
Sooth him sweeping, balmy breezes,
And peace plays in his swelling heart.
Nuts dive in honey on his leafy plate;
Pages flip through on his rocky bed,
Anoint owls with lullabies his ears;
And Time slips him from his sickly grip.
*A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on March 10, 2021)
March 9, 2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 10) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
treads, books, Lullaby, mystery, nature,
Form: Lyric
Where Luna treads are silver threads, the wisps of clouds that slide
through sky of night, and shining white, they part so she might glide
serenely through dark twilight’s blue with slow and regal grace.
And to our world, with aspect pearled, she turns a beaming face.
posted 10/3/2020
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem #30 Poetry Contest
Categories:
treads, moon,
Form: Rhyme
Oh nature
Dear nature
There; behind the mountains
And the hills
That grey
Roars monster bear
That is winter
Wolfs grey
His storms
His breaths
Winds cold freezes
In cruel
Prey
Heart of nature breath
In the heaven o’er
Grey
Although through
Where the fields were
Gay
in gilding light
Figures in shades dark
Thrown
Where the life shone in bloom
In her throne; colors
Ghosts of winter roam
Hunts of gloom
Dear nature
Conceal your beauty
That; warm pleasures
Treasures
for my soul
For delight
So to soar
Spare; off
Of spear
Hey
He May come overnight
In fling
Hide dear
Sweet nature
Your beauty
That his threats
Treads hard
Over heart
In true
Categories:
treads, animal, beauty, winter,
Form: I do not know?
Angels mend broken hearts, they are both seen and unseen
Nowhere and everywhere in faith is the same place between
Devils and daydreams they walk restlessly.
My heavens he works hard, tirelessly plodding through
Irrigated fields of pain and misery, those of our wounded crew
Radiate outwards for him to heal, and that he does
All the while, archangels treading celestial and dousing loves
Curative power upon the world, but we miss it sometimes
Leaving out what we thought was small, this sublime
Earthly tune is clear as the night of day, perhaps rhymed
Sweetly, meant to do that dear, so feel him in everything
And you wont run aground, keep your ship steady, love
Permeates you, float on and find the miracle in your heart
Lost in a myriad of confusion, donate and give hope a start,
Early on in the process you will see that his treads are worn
Not new, cause he's working hard performing miracles, born
Twenty new ones every minute, and then some, now your excuse
Yesterday is no longer valid, so get aboard, we'll halt the caboose.
Categories:
treads, faith, religion
Form: Acrostic
The narrow
Threads of time
Weaving the
Silk stars
Stitching the
Fields of gold
Categories:
treads, imagination
Form: Free verse
I think I have
A bunch with love,
Flowers sweet;
From a fair, slim one.
And though she treads
With the nightingales,
Her thoughts focus;
The features sharp.
There would be many
Who would bring a flower,
“American Heritage” is the rose;
I send for her.
But will I know,
Of the flush
In my new found
Friend.
Categories:
treads, life, love
Form: Free verse