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.
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.
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!
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 splashes us with song
from source the season long—
these fledglings all belong on the wing.
A bit early, I know.
Darting on grey blue wings
dipping where blackbird sings
somewhere a harebell rings—spring starting.
Day is grey, full of cloud,
in the cold street a crowd
listens to music loud—fountains play.
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 are silent white
with frost and silver light
of moon that shines so bright through dark trees.
Dimpled dappled sunbright
Moonmilk silvered starnight, you I see.