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The Butterfly

The Butterfly

By Mystic Rose
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew 
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue 

Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue 
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true


By Sean Kibble
A pair of glistening green eyes, glower in awe at the Morpho as she fanned
Fast as a flash, an imp with trusses of curly golden hair, swipes a tiny hand

To his wonder the elusive chrysalis hopped on to his outstretched arm
She hovered gracefully upon his palm displaying all its charm

Entranced by this serendipity, mum drew near to the spellbinding reverie
With a glint of mischief, face alight with joy he muttered “I think she likes me”.

Forest

In the mists of the giant bark beneath
  rise old growth saplings out of crag and earth,
where tumbles an ancient evergreen leaf
  from that marvel of great and splendid girth.
That footing seed, that pod, that budding shoot 
  to spread its shedding crown in fulsome yield,
when ringed trunk buttressed by conifer root
  in furrowed skin wraps its tubular shield.
High on sky perch over forest thickets
  the sylvan canopy the clouds do climb -
to fell, to log, to mill into pickets
  and trusses tempers not this heart of mine.
It does me good (those sap bathed arms bended)
to see your mighty scaffold extended.


               Written: May 1992

Game Of Pawns

Dice and pieces, blown on trusses
Numbers and feathers, trots and roaming
Spice with dashes, thrown in sashes
Dots and wreaths, clots and breaths reeming

The Covered Bridge

Tired timbers creak and groan;
lonely bones now brittle,
once proud and strong when
bearing the harvest weight.
The wagons and muscular engines
were no burden for my
young and supple limbs.

Spanning the Connecticut,
green to granite -
I miss the melody
of wheels and hooves;
the morning breaths
floating and settling among
my rafters - dripping
in the noon heat.

Carriages where whispers
echo between my latticed
trusses and clandestine truths
and lies were lost in the shadows
where tears of both joy 
and pain are forever hidden.

Below, the river perpetually runs
like life and time,
always moving, never waiting,
and testing our will
to carry on...

A Burning Mishap

A spark erupts, setting alight a formidable flame.
Casting ascending vivid flickers of amber gleaming.
Ignited fervor, unbeknownst from whence it came.
The ominous blaze glares through the windows beaming.

A thunderous crackle incites a violent burn.
Engaged by inferno, timber joists integrity weakens.
As smoke engulfs the structural core in turn.
Roaring fevered holocaust ensues the blight it beacons.

Heroic sirens wail in desperation, hastily traversing town.
To cease the fiery devastation, cast upon the vastly disintegrating abode.
With forceful halt upon arrival, a bursting hose aimed toward the chateau's fallen crown.
Blasts of saturation work to snuff the flames encapsulating trusses, frame, and lode.

Now left with smoldering embers, a result of amnesic mistake.

A forgotten glowing candle, leaving destruction in its wake.

Loving Past

In a remote village I
recently visited,
houses with tin roofs
over wooden trusses,
ekra bamboo walls,
mud plastered
and humble.

At the roadside,
a community water 
tab stands,
a lifeline for all.

Nature here,
untouched by the
relentless march
of humans,
whispers of a 
simpler time.

I paused for a moment,
feeling myself drift back
to the era of tin-
roofed houses,
to the conventional
agrarian landscape
of my childhood
long ago.

16th Nov.2018
( The poem written after visiting the S.C village of Pheiyeng )

Trusses

What nights began at dawn
For the day is strained to
end with the setting of the
Sun
Lonely nights have women
To be less than perfect angels

Days eager end leaves her cold
Must these strangers have
Need for her company
Must strangers make mention
Of those nights
Whos whispers are darling
in companionship
might he who loves me
Say I have been a tramp
amongst the evening
might they say I am
a whore of the night

No U Turn

just a tad
bit little
late but
still in
a way

migrating
my grating
worked on
work nerves
are severed

several even
oddly have died
being cut off 
and left
right

where they were
isolated thoughts
not supported by
trusses or beams
or rebar reinforce

ment meant to
sustain or at
least suspend
any attack upon
my heart

so though after
winter has set in
i'm flying out and
down south below
the equator

liquidating my assets 
melting in an un
dulating sun
and a face
that always

smiles

The Last Hour

Cursed be the evening,
in which anger and despair
lead to mourning perpetually
under the night's chilly air

To rise when the eyes see,
the sun's gaze upon the earth
is unwishful to one who seeks rest
thousands of feet below the dirt

Forsaken he is, if that's what he felt,
Hung to the trusses by a belt
let the moment of inexistence
strike once the clock hits twelve.

Seraph Sonnet

Seraph ( sonnet ) 

Oh Seraph loving celestial being

Through clouds you tiptoed ,finger playing harp strings 

Long and short stroking , affecting my heartstrings 

Fine looking maiden with bejewelled eyes 

Porcelain skinned , golden trusses i espied

(Alas you stole my heart with no thought shown
Ripping shred from shred torn as if your own )

Alive with grace she strode dignity in dance

My heart did pound as i await her advance

Feverish sweat I did perspire should she pass

I caught her eye she welcomed me at last 
 
She slid beside loving with tender blithe

I write this sonnet for you my darling 

Oh Seraph loving celestial being 



thank you

Lattice of a Bridge

Far, far way you've gone beyond worlds 
that divided us in a time I cannot shape or mold--
just shadows, just shadows of you that now
visions barely see the pewter breeze combing 
your fibrous-winter hair:  O like so,
I weep, I linger at the eyes my essence
knows so well….they are but hazy tones 
disappearing from our longing gaze
shared along a bridge covered 
by the old lattice of  trusses and boughs:

And I dream of you with an affection more
golden than Snow's moonlight craving 
for  timber of reveries and fables that 
hold our  secrets      telling us about  love’s forlorn
destiny…yet  this heart keeps us near, grasping
a pain not too tight  on a hundred- meter stretch
until you passed the border without me.

Alone for a walk, I know you're just  breathing,
lounging, curling  right by my side..all the while.

Covered Bridge for Craig Cornigh’s Contest
8/26/2017

Frozen Darkness

Cold interest looking downwards
Onward member seeking paradise
Forlorn towards the beacon of light
Darkness creeps in, defiles the eyes
Kind trickery bleached one’s senses
But burrows out the black trusses
Never known to look beyond sight
Enigma before the girl’s dirty brushes
It’s time, forward march to impress
The spiral reeks of still sour grapes
Deep into the Earth the mind escapes
Without much divinity behind the drapes
Calling upon nameless sighs in the dark
Without a mesh of mellow high forms
It lurks behind the mask of desire
To open the flask of yesterday—sojourn

Towards the space of one’s own fear
Escaping the night into the jet of starkness
Bellowing a wave of grey nothingness
No one dines on the black skin of darkness
Entwined into a string of heartache
Bestowed upon bleak framework crammed
Into shallow water’s edge of lower humming
The crashing of the fleece forever slammed

Russell Sivey

Cockles and Mussels In Brussels

Cockles and Mussels In Brussels

The women wore trusses after having tussles;
They were embarrassed thinking that Brussels;
Did survive;
Came alive,
Only city that can serve cockles with mussels.
(Actually it was London fair city.)

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Celestial Towers

Sight flies notwithstanding
of vertical cliffs surrounded of seventy floors above,
where the fogs and clouds are covering
buildings massive tower tops.

Colossal buildings, 
some have glassy curtain walls,
strengthened with the trusses.
Streets as canyons are below, run by rivers of the cars.

High above on construction of skeletal steel
elevated cranes are mounted to the buildings’ frames,
lifting loads of steel columns.

Thoughts of giant buildings 
are venturing mind and space -
skyscraper cities in sub celestial place. 

© Art Wielgus  2014

Delight

Dappled sunlight on emerald leaves,
Rhododendron trusses painted in rainbows.
Daffodil ablaze in golden glory,
Roses dipped in  dark burgundy.

Garden of beauty a temptation to all,
Vivid colours crying out to be adored.
Gently descending floating on the breeze,
Vibrant shades of azure adorn her wings.

Delight to the world a thing of beauty,
Resting motionless amidst a rainbow.
Densely clustered petals her throne,
Resplendent in the mottled light.

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