scathing heat followed
by unexpected d
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n
pour
verdancy p r o l o n g e d
Categories:
verdancy, rain,
Form: Haiku
Invidious verdancy, a violaceous poison,
Stains sanguine accord,
Casting elongated shadows,
Across the geopolitical terrain.
Categories:
verdancy, war,
Form: Free verse
I paint a smile on my face, mid-poem the smile
begins to crumble.
Who are these dark angels that cast such shadows
over my laughter.
The brush falls from my hand, now I sketch in charcoal -
teeth gritted.
Wishing to portray the sun rising over a pastured valley,
struggling for sunrise hues,
plucking eyebrows with frustration.
hands snatch up an artist's palette to mix and blend,
to gather together a comic image of a free-willed poet,
a notion both ridiculous and profound.
Shaking a shaggy head, splashing on a new grin
the valley explodes into light,
a rising sun rains down its golden radiance,
the canvas reflecting each shining word.
Alas among these sparkling sounds,
Deadhead's Moths emerge through the verdancy,
they also are grinning, as this poem is captured
by an always hovering, dismal shade.
Once more a drear charcoal bleed's through
a paper reality,
doggedly painting a clownish grimace,
as joy and sadness merge and mingle.
Categories:
verdancy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
folding the trees, branch by branch;
rolling the leaves.
slender sticks play eye tricks;
fat and juicy ones’ carried downwards.
small branches gathered;
large ones, heave ho.
these matchsticks aren’t lit,
and I don’t know
how my small forest thrives
…and then a sound
an engine near, grinding
through my Winter lookout,
across the way, creating empty space
for kids to safely play.
the trees are stressed; and relieved
as the roaring stops
at the edge. on edge
they want to dress their best,
in Spring’s verdancy -
it seems an emergency
to get on with it; buds
will show up after the tempest,
for survival of the fittest,
at least that’s the way
the wind blows now
…then silence.
Categories:
verdancy, storm, tree, wind,
Form: Free verse
Wake up!
The grass is fading back to gray,
fall in love once more
with this sallow spoilage of the green.
Farewell to that verdancy
that must turn, at its height,
to an unpleasant glut.
Let those who have lived through
the byways
of this cobbled and stony world,
let them now rejoice
that a chilled and churning sky
has unearthed new steps in the dance
of life and death. Past and future
have exchanged their masks,
the rabbit and fox
will love each other forever now.
Sleep not!
The ice that kills will revive the strong
and extinguish the wrong.
Categories:
verdancy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...
'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...
The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...
A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...
The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...
Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...
Petrichor emanates to a hoverance
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...
Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.
Categories:
verdancy, analogy, extended metaphor,
Form: Personification
Setting: The Nanny and her youngest charge chat near the window. Maria has taken down the expensive curtains.
Maria (M)
Gretl (G)
Dialogue:
M: Hee hee, seeing the hills from here, alive without echo
I love the verdancy, the grassy knoll of this pattern, sew
aft’ I snip, snip, snip and poke with holes, move thread
up, down, in and out. Let the children sing, arms spread.
G: So long, farewell to the darkness. We want to play.
Give no thought to what Father will say. Just want to play.
M: Here, I’m the happiest bluebird, fluttering my wings.
Won’t your father be surprised. He might sing.
Does he have a good voice? Will the hills rejoice or fuss?
Now little one, we’ll exit right, so no one finds us.
G: Aren’t I the cutest, Maria? I will learn from the sparrows
to t-weetly sing and to flee, practice dodging the arrows.
M: You will save us. Certainly you will! The smallest escapes
out of Austria, the home we love, and dressed in drapes.
Categories:
verdancy, happiness,
Form: Verse
"Green is nature’s poetry."
"Green – the magical canvas of nature."
"Green gives the calm we need in this world full of chaos."
~ Shilpa Ahuja (all 3 quotes)
"Green is the fresh emblem of well-founded hopes."
~ Mary Webb
Nature's poetry is green,
Blazing in the leaves,
It makes the heart feel serene,
The mind, calm receives;
Green is canvas magical,
Where God paints the trees,
Vast verdancy radical
Cool the eyes and please;
Emblem of well-founded hopes,
Green is Spring's first blush,
The fresh grass that grows on slopes,
Decked with dew looks lush;
When we see an emerald,
The pulse beats faster,
Green does excite and herald
"Hand of the Master".
Categories:
verdancy, green, inspiration,
Form: Quatrain
First picked Summertime cherry
Dew glimmer marble blood clot
Taut fruit platter embitters sweating cheese
Liver pate shivers jiggle jelly
Nepenthe Mountbatten hidden chicken
Lays a tablecloth festive
Red checkered rewashed faded
Season with sea swell returns faithfully
Sickle slender silver moon smile harvests
Follicle forests expanding to full
Bright verve verdancy bursting
Peril of temporal balls
Metered to melt before resuming build
Knife blade moonbeam ripens the coming crop
Basket bulge fibrous beckon buyers’ bids
When the ceremony’s over
Feasting has ceased, linen’s off
Pink penned love letters are scrunched up thrown out
Reform engorged nightcap warmed moon omen
Sun demurred eclipse naps, menopause opaque
Unborn bends branches for Mary
Dulia in bloom banquets
Written for Contest: Seven Ten
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
verdancy, cute, loss,
Form: Verse
Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.
Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the oaks and weeps.
On the salient morning I lean.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
Wiping tears and sand from ducts.
The ascension of the sun display.
Pink and purple passion constructs.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
A humble approach - prism of self
seen through Christ - in Him I stay.
To deep dive today, I entrust myself…
To deep dive today, I entrust myself,
into God’s faithful word. The good news,
sharp and alive, off my bookshelf,
With Christ, my hope, I’ve nothing to lose.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
There is one who shapes each cockcrow.
I know my Lord and Savior never sleeps.
His faithfulness - dawn’s enduring glow.
6/1/2023
Categories:
verdancy, morning,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of Beautiful Spring by APK.
First Day of Spring
Meadow
larks mesmerize
these longer days, as those
hibernates wake to furry hops
near verdancy, neath warmth of rays or rains,
newness absorbs a pass-over,
facing nature's depth midst
flower-patterned
meadow.
2023 January 15
Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of springs return
~~M. L. Kiser
*HMS.
Categories:
verdancy, spring,
Form: Rictameter
Crystalline stars are dancing down,
blanketing the now white ground;
cascading glass against the sky,
intermingles with the stars tonight.
The frigidity of the spectral trees
light-shimmering, their foliage be;
our footprints crunch crisp, snowy ground,
as together we stroll through the town.
We cast our eyes up to the heavens,
of shooting stars, we counted eleven
and make wishes for peace and harmony
and dream of next Spring's verdancy.
12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
1-14-2023
Categories:
verdancy, appreciation, nature, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Flowers have gone wild
in the excess of sunshine
climbing homes and trees.
They poke through cracks in sidewalks
In verdancy of summer.
Golden sun gleamimg
colored blooms at my back door
woods and fields teeming.
Rose gardens are overgrown
and redbirds sing joyously.
Categories:
verdancy, color, flower, green, growth,
Form: Tanka
HAZELS in WINTER
While Winter yet prevails scarce changing state
With sun a slanted elevation gleam
Across the land the trees in patience wait
Their preparation moves in ways unseen
Yet Hazel with a prescience made fair
Decks boughs with pendant baubles: pale green bling
Like jewels of nature dangling in cool air
Precursors to full verdancy of Spring
Thus each and every species in its way
Enhances with diversity our world
Should wishes for equality hold sway
Conformance would repress, with freedom furled
While more of same will jade the richest yearning
Disparity will keep desire still burning
Categories:
verdancy, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper
UNDER THE CANOPY
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay.
Fervent scent gives undertow noses a heady sway.
Four eyes closed, we swallow the coniferous forest.
Love thrives in our paradisiacal protraction of rest.
Blinded to adversity, verdancy thrives in aurora splay
As our minds run into the river of sunlight to play.
We make promises — nothing sovereign outside our love.
He squeezes my hand, our engagement rings think of
Only this moment, the splendor of our crashing lips.
Our bodies envelope each other like an eclipse.
The force of nature — the arcadian elixir, its bliss.
I shall nevermore forget the chill of reminisce.
4/10/2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Eve Roper Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One
Categories:
verdancy, beauty, love, nature, senses,
Form: Couplet
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