Blue barque blue whale

Another florescence sequence.

I saw no stars falling,
heard no sirens calling,
no winged horse, I’m trawling through sea-dreams.

A blue barque with white sail,
a fish hawk with red tail,
an ocean with blue whale and green waves

wait on the edge of sleep,
silent fish dart in deep
waters, where flowers weep their goodbyes.

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Florescence sequence: Day night sleep

For Colleen’s weekly prompt, a syllable-counting poem of my invention. This is a sequence of three Florescence poems, three lines of six, six and nine syllables respectively, with a rhyme on the sixth, twelfth and eighteenth syllables.

 

 

Beneath the bird’s egg blue
of sky by rain washed new
and clothed in heaven’s hue, all seems clear,

though in the darkest night
the brashest city light
casts shadow black and white—monochrome.

Yet take my hand, we’ll run
till days and nights are done
swept up into the sun, there to sleep.

May hem

A florescence. Make of it what you will. I’m writing a double wedding scene in Dublin cathedral, that’s my excuse.

 

Release the hummingbirds

and cat-clawed weasel words

orca-striped badger herds—give us peace!

Morning light

Saying goodbye to NaPoWriMo with a florescence.

This silent morning bright

with birdsong, quick-winged flight

that ravels up the night in soft bliss.

Spring song source: florescence

Spring splashes us with song

from source the season long—

these fledglings all belong on the wing.

Spring florescence

A bit early, I know.

 

Darting on grey blue wings

dipping where blackbird sings

somewhere a harebell rings—spring starting.

Small town, winter

 

Day is grey, full of cloud,

in the cold street a crowd

listens to music loud—fountains play.

Listening for lost parents

 

In the dark, brush of wings,

an owl a message brings,

sound of your voices springs, shivers skin

 

They sing across the sky,

I feel them pass, they fly,

no need for wings; I cry still today.

These nights

 

These nights are silent white

with frost and silver light

of moon that shines so bright through dark trees.

In every light

 

Chiaroscuro twilight

Dimpled dappled sunbright

Moonmilk silvered starnight, you I see.