Hay is crinkling in various places
The candle stump stares solemnly
Beyond the moon nocturnal vault
A groan floats in the air, rewon by gag words.
The trees climbed the hill and over it
Golden light shone via withered stalks of the fields
Form a truss around haphazardly spread items
A gray stone protrusion anchored in the soil.
You can grasp soft light before it turns into fire
Embrace the dawn limbs that wish not to leave
Wigwag with guttural grunts and groans
A song is famous for mixing notes.
When the moon lights up the forest
Insight vibrates with comfort and grace
Shadows provide healing and nightly perks
After teasing, stars micturate dreams to reality
Crossing the dense green is bliss.
Stamina allows for both movement and rest
The meadow cures you with brightness
Clearing in the woods is a mainstay.
4th place contest winner
Written: February 10, 2023
The Clearing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Categories:
wigwag, analogy, metaphor, tree,
Form: Free verse
Homey Hiatus, Hiatus Homey
Noble nascent notice nature,
frequents features fertile favor,
charming colors cure complacent,
notice nature, noble nascent.
Subtle stages stylishly sort,
pledged perianths pleasures purport,
artless aiming accrue ages,
stylishly sort subtle stages.
Weeping Willows wigwag waters,
often ogles overt otters,
eaglet escapes easy expose,
wigwag waters, Weeping Willows.
Becalming boon blamed babbling brook,
lingering lulls laboring look,
saunters solely scenery strewn,
blamed babbling brook becalming boon.
*Alliteration/Rhyme Scheme
The first and last line reversed per stanza
8 syllable count per line
2021 January 27
Hiatus
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
wigwag, nature, peace,
Form: Rhyme
A blazing field of screaming daffodils
Adorn the rolling country hills
A fresh cover of new spring grass
Atop the highest of boisterous meadows
Now amplified by orangey-yellows
Trumpets orchestrate a glorious blast
As a symphony of shouting dales adorn
The bulbs of chorus whites now singing
Do laugh away the warm sun light's morn
I become pompously fat like a busy buzzing bee
To inhale this spring filled clamor
The yellows and blacks parade each bouquet
Allowing my ears to hear each whisper
As ruby throated hummers wiz along the wigwag fields
To suckle all the orange and yellows
I stop to lie among this splendid sound of color
Which gives me all reason to hum cheerfully along
Categories:
wigwag, color, sound, spring, daffodils,
Form: Rhyme