Fireflies wing on a starlight dream Unwrapping darkness' chemise Pirouetting amber to gleam Fireflies wing on a starlight dream The Ursa swathed in aurum stream Waking the fire, stirring the moon Aureus of a glowing rune. Tracing color in night's darkness Flaring the space between the trees Constellations light up the starkness Tracing color in night's darkness Braille that makes up the eyes brightness Like nymphs on a dappled trapeze Tracing color in night's darkness A sky glazed with a velvet breeze.... # Triolet
It was water that broke The camel's back: Not the straw on Its hump.
A beautiful rendition of my poem ‘Moonbeams Dance’ by Mark Wade.
Mark Steven Wade @Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic (Blue Marble Photography) My poem Moonbeams dance on my pillow This unknown summer night Venus blooms like Cereus In an ebony sky A hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen....
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette...
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories...crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Serenades my rosette fire
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill...
#haiku # senryu
The Chicken gambled to get her eggs scrambled The Salmon smoked and generally rambled Jack Cheese did a salsa on corn tortillas The Latte laced whipped cream as panacea. French Press went gourmet as Amaretto Bean ambled. Avocado sat with its balsamic dressing The cabbage went red to see meatballs messing Pumpernickel slapped on some eggs and cheese Only then did my hunger appease As Angus trotted out with Dark Roast brewing..
When Adam and Eve wanted someplace to hang out Where all of heaven's rules they could flout. The apple tree gave them a pad where they had their fling And then, generations of nations began to swing. It was a new world order Where even sin did not bother. The veggie pea pod came under apple's wing Turned it into an ipod that could sing. A world of technology without honesty Where peace was only text book philosophy. There was horror of war everywhere And from disease people began to despair. The virus turned into a hunting spree Bringing man down on his knee. If they could see the world now, they would be frightened Adam and Eve would never have imagined The world they left behind Is now inhumanely blind..
Post trauma Is a place Where you try To find a place To put your pain in. But pain does not fit anywhere.. There is no place for an anguished mind Except in ones own body.. In my post' Trauma ' a few days back, comments from fellow bloggers touched me greatly.. GP Cox..bravo hats off to you Ramone ..🤗 Ajibola Sunday..you go boy ... Avia..I hear you Venessa..from saynotoclowns 😇 James Garratt Jokerswild.. Margaret Andy Proctor Robbie.. Lucy Brad Thank you all for some home truths,and wisdom wisely dispensed . I appreciate your honesty and generosity in reading and commenting. Have a great week , guys. Always wonderful sharing stuff with you'all... ..