The distinction is of no relevance
It is one and the same in my eyes.
Lime, Forest, Hunter and Mint Green ;
Sage, Seafoam, Olive and Pea Green;
Emerald, Jade, Chartreuse and fen Green;
Verdigris, Celadon and Spruce Green;
One truth remains: it is Green.
It represents nature and harmony,
A symbol of refreshness and renewal,
A beacon of eco-friendliness and sustainability.
It calms my nerves and breathes serenity,
It projects growth, abundance and prosperity.
It raises the bar of optimism and hope,
A full, balanced meal for my emotional stability.
Time and again, i find myself at the crossroads of uncertanity.
The room before me houses two colours,
Each holding the unknown.
I tremble at the thought of meeting the unexpected.
With the keys in my hands and my name stamped on its doors,
I stand still, like a tree in the absense of wind.
I contemplate the quantity and quality of the ingredients i mixed,
were they enough to warrant the colour that i seek?
Velvet verdigris
solid static tsunami
mounded muscle mass
center>I unearth a penny coin,
oxidated,
a green coat of verdigris.
Numbers reveal,
an age,
one that is decades away
from its mint condition.
I am part of the earth now,
unpolished
gold mutated to copper,
yet still worth
spending.
I have been buying time
deep in the earth of myself.
What the sky now sees of me
is yesterday's sunrise,
and today's shining.
A rhapsodic delight in a carmine feathered coat,
a cardinal sits amid the verdigris limbs;
with breast puffed out
he croons lovely tones as
vibrations of harmony
to my ears;
Ah, nature is bliss!
From the womb life gushes forth,
in hues of verdigris, red, yellow and blue.
Her children leafy sentinels, two-legged,
four-legged, scaled and winged;
suckle from her abundant breast.
We are each a Gaia-seedling,
though womb waters are safe harbor for some
her essence resides in all within Gaia’s tribe.
Nature's
verdigris face
beams at waterfalls touch
evergreens drink a hearty fill
moss is abundant upon the limestone;
I sit dangling my feet in the
cool aqua-watching swans
glide lazily
along.
a taste
of springtime peace
invades my spirit with
its' lure in this place every year;
mother earth is a sweet nurturer, soft
of caress to the soul who needs
an escape from the grind;
tranquility
wondrous!
Gaia gifts her wares to all, not just the understanding few. Each minute seed with high hopes, sprouts and a newborn emerges from tiny coil within.
seeds stretch
upwards to the light
baby greens
The passing of a legacy from one generation to the next
begins to paint the landscape in shades of elation. Roots begin to find their comfort zone. It’s a new season as Earth begins her greening.
tiny verdigris
tendrils grasp
terra-forma
Nature's gifts fill my senses with spiritual flow.
on the winds
scent of magnolia
soul uplifted
2-18-2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
Beneath a white blanket, Gaia sleeps;
in crystalline slumber, dreams cascade,
like the thawing waters of a river.
Her children are nestled deep,
among the roots of the trees
and hovels dug beneath her skin;
it's the dying of the old ways,
in preparation for new beginnings,
that rolls across her Dream-Screen
in tones of floral blush and
newborn leaves popping from woodland nodes.
Waterway arteries pump their fluids,
up above and beneath; her body lean,
of moist skins and drying ancestral bones.
Rocky sentinels share their air with
evergreen children of her soul;
lending contrast to stark whites,
are verdigris and sepia hues
intermingling with the song of rambling
water sprites, unseen by human eyes.
Just a kiss of nature's soul,
is a dream conversion into
the flora of springtime's passion.
Purple plumes dangle amid the verdigris
the sweet-scented Wisteria Kapitan
a footbridge of Feng Shui dreams
enraptures my inner child's spirit.
2-21-2023
PREMIER CHOICE no 1190 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
ferns cascade
along a woodland trail
verdigris spires
Wisteria bridge spans the traveling river
in vibrant hues of verdigris and blues;
I find myself once again strolling through
vines of sweet-scented, lilac-colored plumes;
embraced by their silky, delicate deliciousness.
The serenity of these gentle flowered vines
casts its magic over the old footbridge
and I am reminded of childhood, collecting
fallen flowers for Mom's table in summer.
Lavender dreams flooded my young psyche
of grape cotton candy and blueberry mornings.
I come back here occasionally to relive those
days in harbors of contentment and hope.
A dawning truth breaks the amber skies and
I watch white cedar celebrate its elation;
light-play tickles my brain cells, in
tones of sepia-golds and verdigris.
The cirrus seems content with its
travels, gifting hope of new beginnings.
A tiny head peeks
from the lime verdigris
and the broken cocoon
reveals the offspring.
Leaves stretch to golden rays
celebrating Spring.
1-6-2022
Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier
A rainy hike following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!
A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not many Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.
Tired, wet, and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home.
Chromatic cascade
across the land
sporting a cavalcade
of roses, parrot tulips,
irises, narcissus
and I look out over the
painted mountain
to revel in the
wildflowers waltzing
in a casual breeze.
Atop the verdigris
the flora brings
serenity to my spirit
and I grab my
paint-box and canvas;
it’s time to capture
the season’s rebirth
once again.
5-7-2021
Nature Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
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