Am I in a dream
Only as it may seem
I am music, I am the notes
You once were the wreckage on which my soul floats
Now I am the maestro, I am also first chair
And now the crescendo (and you are not there)
And it's okay that it's not you (I've found someone new)
All colors came from three
The primary Trinity
Amaranth, Burlywood and blue
Phlox and Pesimmons to name a few
Magenta, Tawny, Zaffre and Zomp
It's bomb blast and bombast and pomp
Under pacto arco iris
We have our first kiss
The world welcomes lovers
Especially the giddiness from under the covers
And so it is an eternal dream we seek
"If I spend $2.98 on a dream
It should at least last a week"
I stood gazing, amid the garden's glow,
at cherubic hues of peach and zaffre
subtly bubbling around the fountain's flow.
I stood gazing, amid the garden's glow,
at this! The Maker's restorative show,
His blessing of the beauty to proffer.
I stood gazing, amid the garden's glow,
at cherubic hues of peach and zaffre.
Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum".
"Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
"Wandering wispy whooshes" by wisps of weird warbles.
"An augur awash" in dew shrivels grapevine burst.
"Chapter claim crafted" up by chimera once called an alibi.
"Baud beat" of boxy beauty, barren trees with fuzzy bark acoustic.
"Unsustainable vastitude whips" to leave an open sky.
"Myrsine moon marble", magical gem idol aroma.
"Ritzy rag ravisher" mesh shining in a flame with an azure
saw.
"Sumptuous Sirius in somber" spell mixed glory to find my
pattern.
Written: September 14, 2022
on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent
wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion?
baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky loose
mythic gem idol
purine as Myrsine
space rock fit
moon zappily
uncanny
azure drilled of ritzy rag doll
mesh shimmer blaze shackle
include
dare
desire
gaudy Sirius in darkened spell
mottled splendor
to cognize my path
as xanthic whispers
afresh
Written: August 06, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Her dress was magnificent; it showed off her skin
And the green of her eyes. It went well with her lipstick.
He tried his best to talk her out of it.
I never liked phthalo, he said. But she laughed.
Periwinkle? He guessed. She laughed again.
Persian blue? Twinge-let, her parrot said. They both laughed.
You are not talking me out of it, she told him.
I feel sexy and happy, and you will love all the attention
it will give you.
His boss and his boss’s boss could not keep their eyes
off of her.
He did not like it at all!
It is zaffre, she told him afterwards. I will wear it often
and whenever I like. If you want me you will have to get used to it.
Zaffre must be a magical color, he thought, but he got used to it
because he loved her.
Beautiful day, towards the endless horizon
a tangerine and yellow sunlight's heart
has burst with a vibrant bright capri
and azure skies, as shadowed zaffre rolling ships
meet the silent bice cerulean horizon.
Extending giving way to the clear mirror
bleu de france sea denim shadows and the scent of salt.
Into the captivating beautiful smudges
of coral, lavender, turquoise, oceans' depths
that cannot compare; to the deep-sea creatures
that prefer to remain that lures divers into their depths.
7/16/2018
Bice, from the French bis, originally meaning dark-coloured, is a green or blue pigment made from basic copper carbonate.
Poetry Contest:Any July 2018 Poem- ' Contest Info
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Journey to the Afterlife - in Blue
The funeral barge of zaffre and gold sails
as sunlight reflects like ultramarine diamonds
on River Nile. In the shade of a turquoise canopy,
under the bright azure of heaven, Nefertiti lies,
draped in cobalt royal robes, regal
in silent sapphire. Behind cerulean death mask,
her spirit wanders in electric indigo dreams,
through peaceful fields of periwinkle clouds,
to the heart of a lush, lapis lazuli oasis.
With Osiris her soul now comes to rest...
in the deep calm cyan of the afterlife.
07-13-2018
Contest: A Poem NA'd in July Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a Broken Wings
Placement: 2nd
Seeing the Almighty Lord* with faith's vision
my illumined eye is awed along gratefulness' bliss...
Looking unto Jesus Christ midst the regal blue sky,
my spirit's pen is inspired to indite...
Rejuvenating my spirit against zaffre angst
God in His royal grandeur
of admiral sovereignty reveals to me
through my tiffany-covered ultra-chic Bible:
His precious love –
beyond sapphire’s worth and turquoise price
His cyan peace surpassing Pacific
or Arctic Ocean’s serenity
His cornflower grace reflected
by cerulean firmament above azure sky
His lapis lazuli light against midnight turmoil
pacifying cobalt trials’ crucible
His comfort cuddling me as a baby
within Aegean enclosure
His berry-filled blessings with peacock beauty
along aquamarine trust-prayer.
*Revelation 11:17 ...We give thee thanks, O Lord God Almighty, which art, and wast, and art to come.
July 13, 2018
1st place, "Poetically Me THIS PICTURE WHAT CHA' SEE" Poetry Contest Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 7/16/2019.
Edited on November 2, 2021
Still life. What bite have my grapes and plums?
I capture the glaucous coating — the powdery residue.
A fairytale gown needs just the right godmother-dusting of azure.
The sparkling suds and frothy thrust! The concoction of a great day
— my brush reveals teal and Caribbean waves.
I long to drip my palette into deadpan eyes.
Her passion invigorating a sensual stimulation.
Without God’s transcendent palette,
the chameleon must wear zaffre.
I muse…
7/12/2018
Cozart’s Brevity in Blue Poetry Contest
74 words according to PS syllable counter
Apricot- the tan, orange array
black- the color of death and decay
cyan- the color of the sky's eyes
denim blue- my jeans that rides
emerald green- my color indeed
fury red- so bright burns down trees
grey- the saddest shade of all
hot pink- the brightest of all
indigo- the dye you grow
jade- the green gem glow
khaki- my pants are tacky
lavender- flowers attack me!
maroon- not the bang right?
navy- got kicked out fight night!
orange- pumkin pie anyone?
peach- hungry? go get some!
quartz- the diamond fake
red- rose's on the wedding cake
sliver- the future awaits
teal- blue and green's new fate
ultraviolet- any color you wish
violet- the purple-ish fish
wheat- more food to eat
xanthian- it's yellow in geek
zaffre-what's is that?
course our life off road, don't ask
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