Life on the windward side of our island,
at times, the tradewinds persuade downpour,
still, the sun light's gods and goddesses tanned.
Sailboats adrift, surfers thrill life ashore,
nightlife widespread mingling tingles aura,
at times, the tradewinds persuade downpour,
Fauna ground or inflight abound flora,
gossamers swaying entertain loved ones,
nightlife widespread mingling tingles aura,
Albatross' solitaries north isle runs,
regulars gadflies surrealists' gawking,
gossamers swaying entertain loved ones,
Infamy physicist Stephen Hawking,
come visit a true Paradise like those,
regulars gadflies surrealists' gawking,
Cameras clicking smiling faces pose,
life on the windward side of our island,
come visit a true Paradise like those,
still, the sun light's gods and goddesses tanned.
Categories:
windward side, adventure, analogy, beach, beautiful,
Form: Terzanelle
Rime, a crunchy, rough, as it glows prime snow
On the surface of all that snow, like a white cameo
Popcorn or Styrofoam plastered at zero below
Rippled from the nemesis cold wind, frozen curling overflow
Onto naked trees and all, when it comes, Rime it does grow
On windy mountaintops that tumble to and frow
As it goes on windward side that blows
Black and white collection of snow ghosts show
A nemesis on the premises when it’s zero below
2/21/2022
A Brian Strand Rime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
windward side, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Vibrant, sunlit aqua bands streak over grey sky,
As smoky purple, broad brush strokes under them lie.
Deeply drink this bolder winter palette, before it passes by!
Snow clings to the windward side of barren trees,
Like white icing on a chocolate cake set in nature's deep freeze.
A rare scarlet cardinal at my bird feeder among dozens of dun sparrows.
Winter's palette can be so narrow.
Seldom seen strong sunlight gilds fallen snow,
Raising my spirits with its reflected glow.
Tufts of beige grass peek through now and then,
Mossy green flower bulb tips poke up, it's safe when?
Disappointment and false starts are midwinter cares.
Gratitude for January thaw respites we share.
Greedy gallivanting about when nature allows.
When whipping winds blow, window gazing to merely browse.
But lo, three red robins graced my yard today.
While yellow crocus flowered, they sought worms, their prey.
With such harbingers, I'm impatient for the season on the way,
My life force is rising, with more energy to play!
MRT
3-17-13
Categories:
windward side, color, life, winter,
Form: Sonnet
When the clouds
Become untied and divided
Sometimes, colliding together
Tumbling upside down or,
They are knocking each other around....
I know that's you up there
Guiding me, humbly along
So I am reminded again
To be strong and push aside
My longing and fear
I can hear you mumbling
" Hey brush aside them tears mummy "
So I stop the tears from
Being flooding tides I've hidden
And instead of crying
.........I send you........
Sweet whispers , hugs , and kisses
Up to the windward side
Where the babies all sing
Locked in my heart
Is the song I always sang
It eases the longing for you
Because I know, soon we'll be
Humming together
As one, you and me!
Categories:
windward side, daughter, dedication, devotion, family,
Form: Free verse
Like a blustering old man the
storm spews snow epitaphs of disregard
for the minions of man.
A light froth falls from the north
dry and distant making
sideburns, muttonchops on the bark
of barren tree trunks.
The windward side of the trees
applying downward weight of snow
tilting with dismay.
Yet, the day calls to the young
and through slamming back doors they run
sleds, and saucers in their bundled arms
ah... for my ole flexible flyer!
Categories:
windward side, adventure, childhood, happiness, nature
Form: Free verse
the horizon is endless
a lone ship at sea
passage for one
an intolerable feat
navigation by the stars
like the days of old
days of endless drifting
nights of rain and cold
no lighthouse to guide me
no havens on this tide
treacherous rocks and sandbars
along the windward side
tired of this journey
tired of being at the helm
tired of fighting the current
tired of being overwhelmed
sleep that forsakes me
dreams that won’t come
nightmares by day
for a soul that is numb
will this voyage ever end?
can salvation be near?
will I find a safe harbor?
or will I just disappear?
Categories:
windward side, introspection
Form: Verse