So glad you decided to come with me.
I brought my camera and we'll wonder
At the vistas that we would love to see.
A lovely, cloudless day with no thunder.
I knew exactly where the best shots be.
Plodding through virescent hills and hollows,
Below so many trees that form a groove
Careful where to tread, there were some fallows
Splendid shots I took so I'm sure I'll prove
For from an oak, flew so many swallows.
My camera worked: an eagle soared high,
Surveying the artistic span below,
A rill twisting its way, blue as the sky
Flowers abounded, sweet fragrance they blew,
Tired we needed rest, food to fortify.
An inn nearby provided us with food,
Scrambled eggs, hot sausages, tea, and toast.
It had been a wonderful interlude
But my love was the happiest the most.
We went back home, in good humorous mood.
26 April 2021
io syllables per line
Scheme: ababa
Categories:
virescent, adventure, appreciation, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Woman,
She lassos her tongue around minds
creating space in these harden times
she licks at the wounds
she culls up the glass
a virescent glow that forever will last
She holds off the pain
with a sacred of verse
charged up to the plus
we shall all come immersed
Soapbox, chair, on front porch swings
talking of peace and inequalities
journeys and strength
barefoot she bleeds
not caring for her but others in need
A warrior for rights
a woman of might
hard to the core
but soft as moonlight
Truth emits from her lips
listen up as she pleads
not gone she is here
girl, woman, she, freed
Categories:
virescent, abuse, anti bullying, character,
Form: Narrative
I'm walking in the mountain range of Urayoán
Under the massive umbrella-shaped Ceiba tree;
The sanctum where the Taíno chief bravely walked.
The tree looks bright with a virescent hue of life;
Full of strength, an imposing specimen to behold,
It witnessed the struggles and strength of Urayoán.
Its colossal presence, silent, stoically stands,
Its arms stretched-out, locked-in with the other trees;
Its enthralling aura woos me to come in.
Leaves susurrating secrets as they fall to the ground,
Random leaf patterns spread alluring & cueing me;
They hummed & feathered as I shuffled through the dense mat.
The old noble warrior still fights on with its
Massive roots bulging in and out of the dirt
In an abstract ultra-slow motion, it grips the ground.
Seems like time has stood still, everything looks the same,
Time has stopped as a freeze-frame, motionless, suspended;
And the Ceiba tree still stands, living, striving and proud.
Categories:
virescent, nature,
Form: Ode
A pewter mirror cracks in veins of jade,
ensconced I've been in winter's house of drear.
Aback I'm taken, palpable my fear
to see my likeness in such pallid shade.
Though loathe am I to venture still I wade
into the glass's odd virescent sphere,
while at a loss to say what brought it here
with all my apprehension thus allayed.
It's all returning clearly now for me.
Cerulean and saffron I recall
as sky and sun above a clovered lea.
I'm standing underneath a dogwood tree
and realize that spring has come to call,
replacing winter's gelid atrophy.
3/10/18
Categories:
virescent, metaphor, nature, spring,
Form: Italian Sonnet
I stand in constant grace
donned in my virescent cape
where yon brooklet I face
which flows through verdant landscape.
Young sweethearts seek my shade.
So happy ere they leave,
sweet love they have made!
Lonely again, I then grieve.
Knowing not each couple's fate
- wondering and weeping - I wait.
Jan. 16, 2018 for Laura Loo's 10 Lines, 5 Words: Rhyme II
Theme 1: A Weeping Willow Mourns
Categories:
virescent, nature, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Your visage grows out of my heart
Your breathe is light for the dark
Demented shadows welcome red eyes
Now their voices said lies
That you drove you from me
Now our connections won't become free
I'm sitting alone in this virescent pasture
Watching the shooting stars
But your face is painted between
Although my actions set the scene
There isn't a woman more motivating
For me than long days fading
I hope for us to be reunited
Like pen and paper ignited
My sorrows lurks in your mind
I hope it is eachother we find
In the meantime you are better
Now take this forgotten letter
Categories:
virescent, imagery, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Januari brings the glow, that
Makes the beech and filbert grow
February brings the rain, that
Warms our open pool again
March brings breezes hot and still, that
Make demand for doctors skill
April brings a brimstone heat, that
Scatters blisters on our feet
May brings lots of reddish tan,
Searing sun hurts where it can
June brings flies in overdoses, that
Fill the children’s eyes and noses
Hot July brings broiling hours, with
Scalding spots and singeing showers
August sun burns sheaves of corn and
Never harvest home is borne
Warm September brings the fruit,
Tropic species start to shoot
Brown October turns virescent
There you see what's Natures present
Dull November lives at last
Lets the leaves grow whizzing fast
Chill December’s obsolete
Freezer pop’s the Christmas treat
Categories:
virescent, nature, parody, seasons, sun,
Form: Rhyme
**ABC FUN**
Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle
'each-
other', footle gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic,
maffick, nothosonomia,
osculating, proudly, quizzing, riant,
squabash,
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe,
yodle, zingy.
*
Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris
everywhere, flammeous,
growing haematic, igniting,
jeopardizing, killing, lava,
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
Defiant',
pulse, quantity,
rage, staged, tempered, under,
virescent, watch, ***, yield, zero.
*
Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating
dreaming, eruption,
fingerprints, ghost haunting,
invading,
journey,
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic,
nightmare, odyssey,
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes,
'tossing&turnning',
unconsciously, vertigo,
'wakening2wetness', x-rated,
yawning,
zoomed.
*
Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin
Khan
By;pd
Categories:
virescent, adventure, funny,
Form: ABC
I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across the field I face. . .
and gentle rills meander through this place.
In spring I don a long virescent cape
comprised of many supple arms that drape
to earth and, with Eve’s shadows, interlace.
Oh, countless times Sun’s flecked my every leaf
and Sky distilled her stars as night would creep.
Young lovers, though, have fled, their time so brief.
They used to spread a cloth to eat; then sleep
beneath me in my shade. They knew no grief. . .
Not privy to their destiny, I weep.
Categories:
virescent, natureme,
Form: Italian Sonnet
These shadows lengthen evening,
virescent and plum in that certain solemnity.
Do not think twice about the unthinkable,
it is a slow slide to an uneasy finish.
That certain order of the oleander is never clear,
it is not death, but life we fear.
Categories:
virescent, angst, death, philosophy,
Form: Free verse