a wisp floated down
landing in the meadow bright
did faeries get it?
will they sew it into a pillow?
use it for a faerie blouse?
two dwarfs laugh.
I despise dwarfs.
they are thoughtless mind readers and bullies.
They tease me with mean finger gestures.
Being an adult
I stick out my tongue.
The furtive idea, flares ghost-ignited,
in a fevered yellow-blue glimmer,
on the edge of sight,
just out of reach,
beckoning you towards it.
Pirouetting, bobbling and whirling,
above the sodden, choking, black mire
of mundane, numbed and stale thoughts.
You draw near,
It slips away.
Crawl closer.
It slings away.
Try to snatch a side-ways glance—
It dissolves,
like a phantom mirage.
But this will-o'-the-wisp—
this alluring fiery gas spirit
is undeniably real.
It’s not an illusion,
but a seductive snare,
a promise left dangling, festering, unmet,
until cornered, captured,
shattered and scorched,
torn, beyond recognition
by the ruthless pursuit,
in the reek of the marsh-fume ooze,
before dusk, devours the day.
Happiness of care
Shown by him, caused me to feel
A wisp of a smile
That wisp of a girl
claims she’s your daughter
How can she be
if you ain’t taught her
Right from wrong when it comes to men
~ tell her the tale of her mother then
She came gliding in on her dragonfly steed.
Lovely and lithe, delightful indeed.
A wisp of a thing, a tiny little light might.
A pixie, a faerie, a pretty sight on this night.
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i recollect thoughts like shells
as i walk along
on the shores of time
alone
memories tumble
like waves at dawn
in remembrance of you
i feel the mist of salty spray
as it it runs down cheeks
like tears of yesteryears
now gone by
i hear the wisp of wind
fall like whispers
of words
unspoken
the pounding waves
in rhythm with my heart
as my feet sink
within the sand
and i stand
alone
in my thoughts
memories dissipating
beyond the fog
as the sun peaks
above it all
August 18, 2021
Writing Prompt, Oceans or Seas - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
The opponent manoeuvres
attempting to mentally encircle
His tactics prove to be futile
for we are a vibrational twinkle
His arms reach out to strangle
whilst ours open in embrace
As a bliss mist we are immune
while he runs his own race
14-September-2020
How many times did I gaze on thy face
In mine daydreams? When spent sun was fiercer;
Before night lapse in dank vesture of lace.
Mine wane smile died with memories dear sir.
Whiff scent of nature's breath upon mine cheeks
Unfurl the substance in mine trouble soul.
Swell of explosive unsated love seeks
Warm wisp embrace, of thy intimate whole.
Brush flitter, around musical full score
Ivory fingers purposeless upon
My ebony frame, asking for much more,
Sweet release, mine demise, a distant yawn.
Eternal sunshine that was mine, a force
That's still mine total joy, but night's remorse.
1/31/2020
A Sonnet True Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
my thoughts adrift
endless on the horizon's edge
lingering in the warmth
of this day
you stand beneath
the folds of eyes
awake in dreams
i tremble amidst
the effortless breath of wind
tenderly stroking me
with the torridity
of a midday sigh
wiping dry
the mist that falls
from lonely eyes
my tears alight
on the feathery puffs
of the last dandelion
i whisper softly
lips against its folds
with a kiss
it drifts
alone
that each richness is under your feet
it is wise that those who tre4ad in muck
feel their way through.
in order to create disdain, those
might gain or create a trust
then they shall seek common ground
and understanding, to convey there needs and wants.
he standest upon the diamonds of the mines
not knowing he does.
then will he know value
be kind and true
that he can unvalue the stones
and make profit from
your lack of wisdom.
constracting egos, cause clashes
when ones lies aren't believed
what you want people to know of you
isn't within your grasp
that those in their own significance
shall depreciate every part of what you wish to gain.
My wind cries susan
Hoping for response
The sea holds its wave a little longer
Sweetest strawberries
That burst within your mouth
Savoured
to hold onto the taste
Breeze nestles in her hair too long
love songs forever silenced
and multitudes of words
hang themselves
lifeless in disgrace
unable to capture that face
And eyes so rare
but cursed to never look upon themselves
Light radiates her
and the wind cries susan
a mere breath in flight
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I understand the wind and the grass
I can feel them calling to me
They tell me of days coming to pass
And of a soul I wish to be free
I see a flame that seems to be dying
A tiny purple flame which burns strong
Tears of light, I feel if crying
It seems smart...but could it be wrong?
With nothing but a heart and a torch
I fight to give you my all
But the flame is too afraid to scorch
And rejects my desperate call
I sit now by the fire, holding its gentle warmth
So since forever, and forever forth
Slivers of moments
caught in the memory jet stream
Blowing gently the past,
eddies of windswept emotions of elation
Presently, sitting on a park bench,
taking a breather after doing a bit of shopping
Press the rewind ... play back memories of some good times
in my mind
As I watch the children play on the playground,
watching the mothers watch their children
while sitting down near to me
I remember my daughter playing so innocently
on the monkey bars, on the slide
Swinging on the swings, diving in the sand pile
Her smiling at me all the while
A golden moment of happy times spent with my child
Sitting on a park bench years later,
this makes me smile
at the memory of her smiling at me
A wisp of time,
gently moving through
the memory clouds of my mind
I sigh, as a little baby near me starts to cry,
and her mother picks her up tenderly ... coos to her,
which makes the baby smile
And I smile too
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