A box of crayons new and ready waits
to block the yelling sounds outside the door.
The dreams a hundred color box creates
erase those sounds while I draw on the floor.
The shouting disappears, replaced by peace
when I draw a new dress for my poor doll.
Carefully, I choose a hue of cerise.
She'll feel so much better after her fall,
but I won't use dark red that makes me think
about dreadful unhappiness and fears,
when my dad has had way too much to drink.
I'm six and I have cried too many tears.
It's all these colors that give life to dreams
that drown out all the scary shouts and screams.
Breaking up the day into coffee and cabernet,
energy and relaxation, sunrise and sunset routines.
—by poet
Sunrise coffee, percolating,
poured into four seasons.
As soon as the mug’s drained,
brush pearly teeth, slide frothy floss,
Touch the sky where the sun should be;
the reach of xanthous rays.
Leftover steam from coffee-up -
blow on the sky; blue hue.
Cabernet in late afternoon;
cerise-cheers at sunset.
Dress down in seasonal pjs.
Brush pearls ‘til they sparkle.
Touch the sky where the moon should be -
the soothe of milky-white.
Remains a drop, dark berry -
the twilight sky infused.
Upon this dappled hill I stand
Before these priceless scenes so grand
That no one ever saw
Beneath... upon a ridge so high
A bright display, the cerise sky
Rooted alone in awe.
No fearless bird did ever reach
No mountain high could ever breach
I think thus as i sigh
All so perfect where they are
The fragrant wind, the distant star
In peace so complete...I fly !
Then wisps of dew, the tangy breeze
The rising brooks and soaring trees
Such wonders that I see---
This misty hill , the sun has shown-
Gems of earth that I haven't known
Ascending into heaven , free !
Third Place
A cerise bite left by a pent up crush,
now our addiction can’t be hidden.
Every loud rumor put to a hush.
‘Please set me free…
please set me free…’
That’s what I said as you took me.
All I really wanted was my freedom,
the choice to simply take what I needed.
To say what I wanted and have you come.
‘Please set me free…
please set me free…’?
You flipped the script when you took me.
Now you’re left with my potent aftertaste,
dying slow everyday like I once was.
‘Please set me free…
please set me free…’
We are now chained to each other
but cleansed of the walk and the word
‘Shamefaced.’
Autumn
colors the leaves;
as Nature's brush dapples
inks of cerise, yellow, and gold
on a canvas of green with orange tints;
adorning the tops of the trees.
No season besides Spring,
can compete with
Autumn.
Inflamed beneath a midday fear, that novelist's story unfolds,
Shone angles trending 'neath the Earth to switch sparks till cold,
Zeal queues the chosen to fire calm suite blissful psalms dreams swirl,
Gemmed Ivory and Ebony, host o'er our bejeweled Pearl.
Cerise bond Earth and Sun transcend comes precious Grace our King,
Brahms strummed an awesome, clueless stray queue cheer chorus sing.
Queue cheer chorus sing. (Refrain)
Cerise bond Earth and Sun transcend comes precious Grace our King,
Brahms strummed an awesome, clueless stray queue cheer chorus sing.
Queue cheer chorus sing. (Refrain)
Queue cheer chorus sing. (Refrain)
Queue cheer chorus sing. (Refrain)
Tantalizing season steps in humming
Delightful songs - soar cerise, tangerine,
Crimson, red leaves - floating, fluttering
Swooshing, spreading light…. Stardust
Sprinkled from the misty clouds above,
Shimmers dazzling on each petal, flowers
Of the magical season sprawled create
Tapestry of colours !
Autumn weaves dreams glimmering streaks
Of light, murmuring whispers of joy,
Decoupage of ravishing colours leaves
The footprints of a glorious landscape,
melting colours bewitch human soul!
Seductive
Sparkling
Sprawling
Sublime
Flowers of Season!
Encrusted by Stardust!
The air feels nippy as the Night stretches,
adjusting itself to fit Fall.
Silence replaces the songbirds' sweet songs;
while wailing winds
compose a dirge for Summers's death.
And in the cold of Night,
Jack Frost sprinkles stardust on Autumn leaves,
dusting the tops of deciduous trees.
And overnight, scarlet, orange, cerise, and gold
magically replace green canopies.
A shower of colored leaves
starts raining down upon the ground:
as brisk breezes strip bare the trees.
And the haunting, honking call of wild geese
echos above the barren branches,
as they migrate south to ward off Winter's wrath.
Winter approaches:
concealed amidst a flurry of snowflakes;
sterile and frigid
She usurps Autumn's crown and proceeds to reign.
"It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream." – Bern Williams.
The spacious vales shimmered in crimson hues
The tired, reddish-orange sun tinged the sky,
As it yearned for rest and descend
Into the darkening horizon below.
There, the soothing river flowed, calm and serene.
No boats sailed the tranquil, gentle waters.
Some birds drifted on its current; others flew above.
Not far away, a dilapidated bridge crossed
From one side to the other, where a person
Stood still, eyes fixed on the cerise horizon.
Along the dark river bank, green trees
Seemed to sway slightly in the light night breeze.
A picture of calm portrayed the scene.
And so, I painted and dreamed.
Placed 1
Summer departs tiptoeing, steps veiled Fall,
Tantalizing hint of golden sunshine,
Sigh sad rose bushes, shake branches trees tall,
Decoupage of leaves, on maple and pine.
Whimsical season comes humming delight,
Soar cerise, tangerine, crimson, red leaves,
Floating, fluttering, swooshing, spreading light,
Tapestry of colours - autumn's dreams weave!
Murmuring joy, glimmering streaks of light,
Witness splendid splendour in golden trees,
O Autumn, we view a gorgeous sight,
tenderly caressed by a soothing breeze.
Ravishing Autumn, sublime your whisper,
ecstatic feeling your footprints here!
Rouge with smiles Sweet cerise kissing the lips Joyful spirits rose within her like a spring What's this unspeakable cheer glowing upon the blushing cheeks A top of everything a promise that happiness can be red like a wine
dawn’s
cheery
red cherries
by the bagful
cheek by jowl they munch
dangling the stem, spitting
out crunchy seeds (tooth breakers)
channelling the healing power
chalking up juicy rufescent bites
at dusk, couple’s cheering cerise cabernet
Bright jewel enshrined odyssey sparkles,
as haunted pneuma’s blinding sun quest,
sculpts sweet blissful dream escape plot,
from deep well nagging torrents,
wounded sigh raw throat rush,
magma spewing ire,
ashen inkling,
cerise dawn’s,
gleeful
prompt
Eyes
dilate,
at lavish,
surreal sights,
froth rim cascades dull,
imagined sudden ache,
or dark traumatic imprint,
spritely bird chirp’s amber wing dive,
honeysuckles gloomy vocal chord,
to pamper for a while my strained quiver
Rabid mishap cluster in harsh pickle,
fuel soaked match hazard an idle spark,
to set wild utterance aglow,
yet gold wisps of heaven lurk,
they remould skewed instinct,
despite life’s burden,
sigh a tiny,
wound doused with,
simple
joy
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”– Frances Hodgson Burnett
Though I’m unable to bear the coldest days,
My heart is eager when they put me on display,
All my buds and blooms seem like a blaze,
Vibrant hues of scarlet and cerise smile hooray!
Summer silences all my doubts about being enough.
With the sunlit reflections mirroring my soul,
There are even days when I feel like hot stuff.
It is assured that my splendor can surely console!
Melancholic when autumn calls my name,
Promising me a future without blossoms or leaves,
It won’t be very long and I’ll bow my head in shame,
My summer heart hides amid shadows as she grieves!
steel clouds once more freeze
bare trees comfort each other
ripped trunk holds it together
the sun shields its eyes
its flames dying in Winter
the core feels the biting chill
it is in my bones
deep set; can’t shake off the wolf
its gray-fur-stare is howling
my hands crisp and crack
tips and knuckles peel like bark
soulless rain drips down the oaks
my knees turn from lies
thinking themselves well in Spring
they limp like twigs before snap
cerise cheeks remind
the otherwise bleak weather
that seasons will change in time
sun will siphon miasma
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