MuddyFingers
I shall write in catchy thoughts
encased in phrases
lead you through a maze
of pussywillowedhazes,
in search of ducks that bark
and dogs that croak.
Snippets of mind strings
all cut too short
braided into knotted
terse retort
leaping the synaptic
sentence gap
two footed landing in
apresprungtrap.
Stream of consciousness
or babbling brook
searching for the stones
already took
seeping through the dams
of mud’s dismay
children in the midst
ofmudpieplay.
Sloppily creating
works of art
eager hands at work
in willowed haze
ducks that bark
in sunshine left to glaze
thoughts allowed to wander
through the maze.
Cats with wings
on tree limbs with the crows
childrensmuddyfingers
up their nose.
John G. Lawless
1/13/2016
Categories:
willowed, children, fun, metaphor, writing,
Form: Verse
A thousand dreams and aspirations dance mischievously
As pink confetti
Upon smiling breeze
Free flowing worlds, where children dance barefoot within tinkering
Wa-ter
Falls
Raise one glass and sip willowed wine
To taste the cherry pools which
Shine... and she does
Arms embrace ones self to flow and writhe between the rainbow prisms that are ours
And ours
To cherish
This is the hour of ...Miss Content
And she loves, just loves to relish
The harmony which time and tone does so easily
Embellish
Orange trees humbly breeze
Shiver in the sublime
As nows the time
Whilst
Midnight waves doth stroke her shore
And
Her woe's and tears
Are left
Once more .......
Categories:
willowed, fantasy, happiness,
Form: Imagism
.
One house that dots the distant hill,
where a curve in the river runs
now shivers, alone, in the winter's chill.
It sits near a star, now that day is done,
I notice a light, as the twilight comes.
I wonder who sits there, behind the light?
From the window, there is soft, yellow glow…
Who sits at a table, alone tonight?
Is it someone whose spirits are low?
Is it someone I'm destined to know?
Armed by tall pines, on either flank,
As soldiers would guard a fort
Near the river that runs with the willowed banks,
Would they welcome a friend at their door?
For we have been neighbors for years…
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"English Quintain"
By Carrie Richards 12/10/11
Categories:
willowed, introspection, river,
Form: Quintain (English)
Scene
from a
borderless willowed window
frame
one scarlet cigar of sparking neon
smoked on slaplit glass
perhaps
meantime
the cinderous binding frays but
that face carries cities continents constellations
slow shellac sounding significances wrinkling into ivory
leaves of remembrances read over
some text they shared
may be
vellum will fray but
no
not this way.
Categories:
willowed, love,
Form: Free verse
(And why I don't carry a camera)
Lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed pond and dappled water
And right across a splendid bridge
With people leaning over
A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day!
In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet!
One blink, and life’s timeless image carried!
But what will I do with all these lovely things I see?
Make them make my mind work… !!
And watch them fit, with expandable ease,
Within the whole bright scheme of things!
And blended there a patchwork blanket, living!
Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping
Not crowding out, nor overshadowing
Referenced in an instant my own memory
Will work greater works than any machine!
Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes
Needing to be stored somewhere
And there take up further space, and clutter
Whether virtual or not!
Far better woven within the fabric of my mind
Where they can play back, at some later date,
In a whole new form: some inner loveliness!
To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am!
Oh, lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed ponds and dappled light
Engrave your bridge from here to there
Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye!
(…not her camera’s!!)
Categories:
willowed, art, imagination, nature,
Form: Blank verse
Winters fog barks in delusions,
horrors days paste ribbed screams.
Visions of dripping embers died
upon rusted apprehensions nightmare.
As gutters crowd with agitation,
anxiety floods darkened hallways.
Willowed wonders haunt my nerves,
slithering in altered growth of life.
Graven images taunt fears sorrows,
burying hollowed assurance forever.
Coughing wilted reverence for life,
in bloody tolerance for discouragement.
In my skins ripped torment,
facing false perceptions hidden.
The true person arose silently,
as beautiful bliss turned into terror.
Categories:
willowed, depression, life, sad,
Form: Free verse
Let us sleep tonight,
I’ll give you war tomorrow
I’ll rise with my feather in hand this morning
But let us sleep tonight
Wake up to sentimental ashes, the world is burning
Just let us sleep this night
War comes by the sky’s, moves like the clouds
A hundred to one, foes to friends
I rush any suspicious crowd
To this day, my option to live with nothing to lose
Let us sleep tonight
Touch hands, massage love into a one man stand
Into the night, into our lust, passion merely a must
Lay me a peace, next to a willowed pillow, smile
Lay me deceased, this decaying image is your child
I only ask that you let us sleep tonight
Dated my fashion, humble with rations
After tonight my thoughts crumble, bittersweet fractions
Withering away as this darkness weathers today
Now I lay me down as made, soon my love our tears will fade
As an enemy, let us sleep tonight
I’ll rise with my feather tips in the morning
My lord let us sleep tonight
Awaken to friendly ashes, for the world is burning
Categories:
willowed, me, world, love, me,
Form: I do not know?