The quiet Squam casting its reflection
Of fire red mountains, beneath blue sky;
Stirring fervor for nature's connection.
Remembering our silent affection,
Embracing, gazing, a loons distant cry,
The quiet Squam casting its reflection.
On the trail, is no thought of defection,
Leading us above to where our hearts sigh,
Stirring fervor for nature's connection.
To its beauty we yield in subjection,
Capturing forever in our mind's eye
The quiet Squam casting its reflection.
Cold, unquelled souls, with reddening complexion,
Feel warmth, an inside glow, that cannot die;
Stirring fervor for nature's connection.
Leaving always leads to strong objection;
New Hampshire should never hear a good-bye.
The quiet Squam casting its reflection,
Stirring fervor for nature's connection.
Categories:
unquelled, autumn, nature,
Form: Villanelle
You've driven me quite mad
Love that I've had
For many years over
I still feel the fears of an
Unquelled baby
Longing for its mother
With similar dependency,
I cry for you in the dark
I've still not learned to soothe myself to sleep
Categories:
unquelled, 11th grade, anxiety, baby,
Form: Blank verse
The summer sky is such a pretty blue
above us, looking like a tranquil sea..
There are not many clouds except a few.
Up there with you is where I’d love to be!
I picture us both soaring to the sky
into that oceanic blue expanse;
above the clouds is where we ought to fly,
where, like two joyful angels, we would dance!
We’d spin about as if our feet had wings
that lightly touched on an unparalleled
softness! And in my imaginings,
I see us there with happiness unquelled.
Removed at last from earthly cares and crowds,
we’d stay in cool blue sky above the clouds.
Categories:
unquelled, happy, imagination,
Form: Sonnet
I toy with that deadly gravity that we know to be Pride.
Trying to use it just enough to be me
Without allowing it to become the idol of life,
The driving force of a dark tide.
I use it to better myself without looking down on others.
To reach my goals, for Pride turns dreams
Into realities that should be reached responsibly
For the surrounding competition is comprised of sisters and brothers.
We all have our own battle with Pride, some doing well.
Others, not so well.
And, so, we find ourselves living the life of a fluctuating
Battle of energies. Pride. The energy unquelled.
“Pride goeth before destruction and an haughty spirit before a fall”
To be led by Pride is head to failure.
To be sucked in by that black hole of ignorance
Where we become nothing, believing we’re walking tall.
The amazing artwork of deceit, it’s important to see Pride for what it is.
To know Pride is to understand Pride
To understand Pride is to control Pride
To control Pride is to live with your eyes open and see Pride for what it is.
Therein lies the Balance of Pride.
Categories:
unquelled, life, pride,
Form: Rhyme
Wind, your double essence is well-known.
Whispered summer breezes you exhale;
Then suddenly you turn. You surge and wail,
Expelling rage, you bluster or you moan.
Your brute relentless nature then is shown
For you become a cyclone, Hound of Hell,
Or show yourself a monsoon, squall, or gale.
Unquelled, a devil’s wrath with dust is sown.
As you intone, we’re stricken by your power.
Whipping wind, who thrashes us below,
You’re merciless until that final hour
Your vehemence ceases. Gust, I hate you so.
You scour Earth for those who next must cower.
Two-faced tempest, most indeed you BLOW!
For the NETTED by WORDS: HER SILVERED, TENDER WEBPoetry Contest
I used the theme found in "Wheeze of a Wind" which had been entered
by Nette in another of Cyndi MacMillan's contests:
Timeless Yet Contemporary, A Sonnet Thang
Note to Nette: My sonnet cannot hold a candle to yours. I think your contemporary one was better than my traditional one; however, I hope you can feel my anger about wind in it!! I just love how you did your modern sonnet for Cyndi!! BTW, I MISS you. Where ARE you anyway???
Categories:
unquelled, nature,
Form: Sonnet