Desultory winds
chimera in throes of doubt
effusive, disconsolate
-clanging in hills stout-
Ductile mind bends sound.
virtuoso of the void—
sweet, zoetic, browned
Categories:
zoetic, analogy, wind,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of Flying Cranes by Pixabay.
Zoetic Long-Legged Birds
A crane flew down and stood still on its stilts,
their necks straighten in flights,
a heron too would stand in silts,
of lakes or bights.
Heron's neck forms an "S" shape when they fly,
functions like some egrets,
beak's long versus shorten ally,
character sets.
The contrasts between herons and egrets,
are plumage and their hues,
cranes only eat plants--they're dead set,
holds distinct views.
2023 January 16
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
~~Constance La France: Judged 2023 January 17
*RZ & HMS.
Categories:
zoetic, bird, character, image,
Form: Rhyme
The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves-
they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of a light grey storm- cloud awash in an October apricot- gold sunset.
The dead leaves flap like the quick quaver of the wings of the Hummingbird, although its delicate hover is solitary.
Within a sunlit afternoon a Hummingbird alit on a branch in a tree in an Autumn bloom..was still..almost like a miniature inanimate bird, yet zoetic, of course.The winged reptile was the hue of a morning sea.
And the Hummingbird’s beauty transformed into a light perch on the limb of the fully
flushed tree, for the weight of the bird did not bend the dove-tinted branch, not at all.
The tree is now bursting with deep ruby berries. Its slender branch, a "finger" that held the blue-silvery Hummingbird last Summer now lies upon a mass of mocha orange chips.
A tiny beast with sunflower eyes and sorrel-leucous dusky hues spots and chases the culled bony sprig as it is towed by her human. With this tiny leafless limb the cat is lured into her home.
A few dying leaves fall, drift gently, quiver, and rest on the grass. The leaf-blower...
Categories:
zoetic, autumn, beauty, bird, blessing,
Form: Prose Poetry
The cimmeran pole
that clasps a hoop stands crooked.
MY tall spine curves, bends
from the pressure of animus.
Or assault. The dirty net,
tat by machines that
may spin the workers'
story-another country-
the carvings of a life
deeper than a grave.
A hare, the color of sand
with white sea glass - my
confidante-bites a stygian
hued root, straight as a tenet;
yet a bitter taste
like bile, maybe... drought
dry. There IS dust we
might inhale, in a room
un-swept. We might choke;
should then cough up. Perhaps spit
out ideas of greed;
stand upon cracked
skin-tints of community-
clench our fists, to crush.
A clot bars the zoetic
flow of life; we want them to burst...
like Summer flowers,
sunlight on diamonds
that surface from within a mine;
like POP culture?
Categories:
zoetic, allusion, basketball, beautiful, character,
Form: Haiku
Wound those buried
with the toothed crack
of sky. A thread
of buttercup cream
tinted silver
rips the alpine
cottony edges.
A biscupid fuse
pushes the cerise
stream through the veins,
its navigation
nourished by
sweet citrus heavens;
wash of Summers,
green leaves, gardens. Lust
flush like a silk shawl
embroidered
with a pearly flame.
The storm lambastes
sunlight colored
windows that cast
an embrace into
our wintered dusk,
beryl tones of which
absorb the shaded
portrait of loss.
Zoetic flags drowned.
Categories:
zoetic, care, color, grief, heartbreak,
Form: Sonnet
A sketch of cimarron
shades: an appollyon emerges,
her spectre arms reach
like the charcoal bones
of the wild, the webbed trees.
Their silhouette absorbed
into the night clasp
the edge of the curved
slice of moon, cocaine
colored and as potent.
For ancient stories are spun
within its orbit.
It is a black and
white rock that once had oceans,
the orb created
by a long ago
planet colliding with Earth.
A diabolical
world pushes against
our mortal microcosm, in which
molded flesh is a cloak
shaped to kill, and shed.
Stripped of this armour, we meld
into death, a viscous
void of the sublime
intense beating, of puissance,
zoetic. Tincture
of a collapsed white
dwarf, the distant plum red throb
that emits heat, burns.
Earthly demon world
nabs; chalk rubbed into pores.
Human colors drown.
Categories:
zoetic, allah, allusion, angst, color,
Form: Haiku
Once I was zoetic,
and words became life
But now I am dead
—and death becomes me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Categories:
zoetic, death, life,
Form: Free verse
Lazy Morning
L~Love to lie on pillows, lush and ever so
lusty.
A~An ambrosial dish, right next to me,
Z~Zoetic,yes! And feeling full of life and
and magically,oh so, poetic.
Y~Yummy, yes. A warm brioche and hot
French coffee with a dash of sprinkles..
ever so chocolatey, smiling up at me.
Panagiota Romios
4/4/2019
Categories:
zoetic, morning, poets,
Form: Acrostic
Against attentiveness,all arrived at alarming an agreement,
But best before,big brothers begun bathing behind bordered basement,
Could cane caution correctly,creating common checks?
Don't disturb determiners destroying developed dretch,
Even enemies embedded eminence encloses earth,
For five fowls flying frankly felt first,
Greatness granted ghosts gurging goals,
Holy,holy,...harlots hidden homes,
Intimidation is icing in itchiness,
Just jelt Jailers jaunting jowls,
Kindly keep kings keenly,
Letting little liars like long life,
Men modeled me mainly,
Naming new nations noteably,
Only options open old oracles,
Proving professionalism pertained,
Queens queued quickly quackles,
Rectifying rules rendered raptly,
So shall souls see salvation secured,
Than thinking tomorrow tells the truth,
Unknown ultraroyalists understand universal uglesome,
Virtually vitalizing viewers vexed,
When we win wonderfully without wickedness,
X-country xianity xenagogue,
Yes,y'all yielders yeans,
Zealously zeroizing zoetic zones...zones!
Categories:
zoetic, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Red Reign
Red is alive,
Saturating and bursting.
Zoetic with passion and pain.
Rich with fruit forbidden,
Coursing bright and crimson. Filling velvety petals of flesh
Loving and dying
at the mercy,
Of the many shades
red
May 2017
Categories:
zoetic, red,
Form: Free verse
FANCY-FREE INNOCENCE
fancy-free with poetic slippers,
zoetic zephyr on tippy-toes.
a ballerina schemes in untouched colors.
words pop, revive,
undaunted,
untainted.
streamers of ink with charismatic truths,
crown of free spirit, unfeignedly pulsating.
a poet whose heart glows in the dark -
an enigmatic spark, she’s a blue flame.
she’s like the teasing wind that rustles the wheat.
the virgin flame dances through black and white.
her full skirt flaunts a dynamic rainbow halo -
this enchanting paradigm, gypsy of paradise.
her hem never touches the ground,
hypnagogic hues transcend the soul.
Does the poet surrender her fancy-free innocence
to authority’s chains that long to claim her prize?
the autumn leaves, blow beautiful, o’er ground
she floats on zero gravity never landing.
5/22/2017
For Fancy Free Contest
Categories:
zoetic, courage, freedom, innocence, poetess,
Form: Free verse
Once I was zoetic,
and words became life
But now I am dead,
—and death becomes me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Categories:
zoetic, death, life,
Form: Free verse
Again I slide my blade through my pale skin
Blood flows freely from my wrist
Cuts are scattered across my body
Despair darkens my soul
Empty eyes stare back at me from the mirror
Fear of what I am becoming wracking my body
Gripping my arms to stop an endless flow of crimson
Hearing sobs in the distance
I then realize they are coming from me
Just as soon as I realize this my knees buckle
Knowing that I am broken beyond repair
Love will never visit one as broken as me
My hands leave my wrists
Now I just let the blood flow
Once upon a time I had hope
Perhaps if I live I will again
Quietly Death is coming upon me
Rushing to comfort my broken soul
Soothing the pain from my heart and body
Taking me in his warm embrace
Unlike the living Death gives a safety I have never felt
Very slowly a smile spreads across my face
With arms open wide Death excepts my broken soul
"Xenagogue lead me home"
"Yes child suffer no more,
Zoetic you are not"
Categories:
zoetic, death, depression,
Form: Abecedarian
A kiss a day keeps the blues away
But a hug is even better
Cannot get enough of you
Don’t think things can get much better
Every time I think of you
Fluttering goes my heart
Giving me a feeling true
Holding hope we will never part.
In your arms I long to be
Just because we are apart
Keep me with in your dreams to see
Love that flows from heart to heart
My heart is yours it seems
No one can take it away
Oh my love I’ve sent letters in reams
Please never from us sway
Quote back to me my love for you
Read my letters of love
Stay with me our love renew
Take my hand as close as in glove
Under the stars we plight our troth
Venus is our guiding light
When the light does attach the moth
Xanthocomic covers the pillow tonight
Yin to my yang, you are my love, and our love will ever grow
Zoetic high we will be, and this the whole world show
Contest Entry
© ~GG~ 23/05/2013
Xanthocominc…. Yellow Hair
Zoetic……………Living/ Vital
Categories:
zoetic, love,
Form: ABC
Artistic Brushes Create Desire, Exotic, Flourishing Glory, Horizons Intertwined, Jazzy, kind, Lovely Masterpiece, Nourishing Our Presence, Quilted, Renewed, Satisfied, Totally Unified, Victorious Wellsprings, Xanadu, Youthful Zoetic.
By: sabina Nicole
written 10/30/11
contest: abc
Categories:
zoetic, art,
Form: ABC
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