Category: Poetry

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A Study in Scarlet

Red,     Magenta-scarlet,Streaming ‘gainst the green,Nature’s scene, profound simplicity.   Photo Friday: #red Poetry Contest: Four Line Poem Write a four line poem that has a specific syllable count. The first line has 1 syllable, the second line has 5 syllables, the third line… Continue Reading “A Study in Scarlet”

Of Shade and Light

Invading all my senses, warmth and light upon my back, I never thought to view a sunrise, as a spreader of the bright rays, whilst I, enshadowed;  sight’s renewed. My folio is filled with golden hues, Of morns and suns, ‘cross beaches, lakes and… Continue Reading “Of Shade and Light”

Sheffield Sunrise

It’s been some time since last I scrunched those blades of summer grass, dew-drenched beneath my feet, Yet mem’ries still live, verdant, but now shades of what was once renewal, soul’s retreat. I’d wake before the dawn to catch the sweet, pre-sunrise moments, as… Continue Reading “Sheffield Sunrise”

In Aeternam

This room, this space, this temporary place, Awaiting and prepared for curtain call, Two hundred voices sing, in hallowed space, A timeless opus, swept up and enthralled. “Libera me”, staves fly fast before my eyes, Rising and descending hopes and fears, Pleading desperation, truth… Continue Reading “In Aeternam”

Magnificat

A glimpse of  heaven in a drop rain, Emerging spring buds straining to burst free, At first, I only see the the snow’s remains, Yet, as I think upon it, more I see. A drop of rain, a grain of sand, a breeze, We… Continue Reading “Magnificat”

Anticipation

Night breeze inhibits, warm hints that signal “spring”, Night breeze inhibits, warm hints that signal “spring”, Too long delayed, yet, hope is mine, Too long delayed, yet, hope is mine Warm spring breeze (yet mine delayed) That Signal, inhibits hints of hope: Night is… Continue Reading “Anticipation”

Morning Ritual

He wakes at dawn with lust for life and glee, Shaking off the night shades, jingling tags (the clinking of his collar) call to me: “Wake up and join me, see my tail’s a wag.” Bounding down the first flight, waits; while I with… Continue Reading “Morning Ritual”

Rocking Chair

There nothing quite alluring as that chair So finely crafted, sanding-wheeled and glazed, Hand-rubbed, enhancing grain and curves with care, And waiting just for me to be amazed. When placed with will, upon the porch so grand, Two-storied decks of un-named mountain inn, Aligned,… Continue Reading “Rocking Chair”

Snow

It lay upon the crunchy winter sod, It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats, (a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond), And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass. The night before, while stoking coals in hearth, Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck,… Continue Reading “Snow”

The Mind’s Eye

Wish for seasons past, the golden, olden days of yore, a boy at heart bends low to peek at village denizens, some worn with age, Some opened new, and “Christmas Tree Shop” sleek. Remembered flood of youth’s pure joy, he seeks, Ride sugarplums of… Continue Reading “The Mind’s Eye”

Clarity

I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified, As roiling clouds forecast impending doom, Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied. This calm before the storm does serve to guide, I’m doubtful, can survival be assumed? I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified. A metaphor for… Continue Reading “Clarity”

After the Storm

Dampened, drenched planks beneath my feet, Each step unfolds reflected, unslaked scenes, As steady waters flow, e’er silently, sedate, At close of day, imbued with subtle gleam. Perhaps they’re just mirages or conjured dreams, But no, I’ve been here thousand times before, And tho… Continue Reading “After the Storm”

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