Bridge of lavender
floating in the sky;
grape hyacinth tunnels
adorning a drive.
Flowers trained to shield
from the sun’s rays;
perfumed eye candy.
I sit on a bench
gaze and breathe...
Trellised blossoms
in summer splendor,
engulf my senses and
quickly render
floral visions
where I enter
realms of fantasy.
I bask in the luscious
periwinkle warmth
of Gaia’s heartbeat;
my soul absorbs
her pastel
tranquility.
Categories:
trellised, earth, environment, flower, garden,
Form: Free verse
Frozen winter fear
melts in nectar streams.
torpor days are gone
at last mist dissolves
in sunbathing clouds.
Painting unveils
smile of nature.
Monalisa
stirs our senses.
Rose trellised
song lyrics
dance in love
Bird's nest
springs back
Life
8th April 2019
Caren Krutsinger Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Theme Spring
Categories:
trellised, spring,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
He stole my life's love and betrothed
to have and claim as his own mate,
and now I plot, my dark soul clothed
with blackened rage and clouded fate.
The flames that burn within me lead
toward an every fiery gate.
Dark, evil thoughts have cast their seed
on embers, my soul burns with hate.
My feral eyes now cast their gaze
upon this foe, who nears his gate.
I skulk amid a trellised maze,
anxious to make him lie prostrate.
Each footfall now, he nears my lair
and swift my blade strikes true its mark.
He gasps and stumbles falling, where
his life ebbs, in the breathless dark.
Too curious to run or hide
I stand and watch his life abate.
'Twas then that guilt spoke in my ear,
"You have become a demon's mate."
A dank, cold cell is where I dwell,
wrapped in a prisoner's striped cape.
I'm filled with dread, I dream of hell.
My life knows there is no escape.
The hangman's gallows have been built.
Soon, one short walk up steps I'll take,
to feel the rope's rough knotted quilt,
and drop to death with one quick shake.
To Poe
Categories:
trellised, dark, death, fear, prison,
Form: Quatrain
The new tomatoes were
Little bumps
On the
Vine
Showing off to the
Universe
Before sundown
On the fourth of
July
Waiting for the
Celebration
To begin
Duckweed choked
The pond
Set back in the
Woods
Baby
Painted Turtles
Full of hope
Sunning on an exposed
Log
Heads snorkeled
Towards the
Diaphanous
Crescent moon
Vinelike tree limbs
Trellised the
Surface
Scum
Stretching
Glassine algae
Like a smoky
Haze
Clinging
To the
Underworld
Gripping
My
Stare
Never
Letting
Go
07/04/14
Categories:
trellised, art, universe,
Form: Lyric
The air is drunk on the scent of trellised roses
Snails draw trails on a rain soaked white washed shed
Shapes draw eerie life like human poses
Stars reside among white clouds overhead.
I saw her framed in the arbor in your garden
Chatting with kids now raising kids of their own
Her visit did not illicit a word of pardon
She would be proud to see how they have grown.
My shadow a shimmering path across the grass
Invited me into worlds now torn apart
But present tense reigned over memories past
As my mind bowed gracefully to my longing heart.
I was not surprised or saddened by her presence
She is ever present in all that matters most
At times like this when I feel her very essence
I wonder who's alive and who's the ghost.
Categories:
trellised, absence, angel, dream, loss,
Form: Couplet
AMBER CHANDELIER
Late October and dark trees
Bare of branch and bark
Mask an airy golden volume yet:
A leafy brightness in autumn’s aura.
Gloom of day but the spreading maple’s
As if seen through trellised panes:
A Russian chandelier in the Amber Room,
Each frond glowing, reflecting the uncertain light.
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NOTE
The Amber Room is a part of a Russian tsarist palace called Tsarskoe Selo that, in terms of grandeur and excessive opulence, outstrips even Versailles. Tsarskoe Selo is in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Categories:
trellised, nature,
Form: Verse
I sat with rum and Joan Baez the other day
Writing up three poems in Bombay
One short another crooked
Yet not quite a disaster
The other long and sad
Not very bad but still not much more
Than a chinchilla whore
In her teens, plump, with baby fat
Still around her cheekbones, shoulders, waistflesh
Trellised eaves
A tooting car on Cadell Road
Dusk falling, friends out on a binge,
I alone in the darkening flat
Joan Baez on my knee her voice from the cassette recorder
Blurring the border between voice and flesh
And letting them enmesh
Wafting out over lonely streets
Climbing the Pali Hills
Sidling in stealth by private yew hedges
To caress like silk the legs of a party
Falling to pieces at only six-thirty
Prosaic, proselytizing like Diogenes in the bin
Beard straggling all over an obdurate chin
Breathe in the voice let the pictures go by
Looking for a conjuror in the sky
And confused, return
Dreams back to ashes, ashes to the urn
Quiet in the knowledge that ashes don’t burn.
They say some poetry
Is coming out of me
Juice wrung out by iron teeth
From the tender heart of a slender tree.
Categories:
trellised, nostalgiavoice, voice,
Form: Free verse
Palace walls caressed by a beam of light,
touching my face as it beckons my eyes.
I have slumbered in silk throughout the night
and now, thoughts of my love beg me to rise.
I’m wearing a smile, as one may surmise.
Looking my best in a stunning array
of long flowing silk as blue as the skies.
I must look my best for my love today.
Finding my love in the trellised array,
amidst the roses and the palace walls.
My love gave to me, a gorgeous bouquet.
A garden of love, with trickling falls.
She gives me peace with all she can render,
my love is the garden; in roy'l splendor.
Categories:
trellised, love, love, me,
Form: Sonnet