An Autumn Intermingled
When twilight sends lavender to the sky,
And reflections of light ignite the orange,
(Alluring colours of autumn mesmerise),
Sickle of moon is unable to cut the dark,
(Unfathomed beauty in orange and yellow),
Robust waters of rivers to shores' embark,
(Trenchant evanescence of greens),
Crispy leaves with breeze flutter around,
(Unfeigned emotions true up in zest),
Yellow, orange and red hues surround,
(Mollify the fiery torrid days),
An autumn night awaits a warm welcome,
(Nautical furnaces red on edge of horizon)!
Written March 2nd, 2015
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest "Intermingle" by Craig Cornish
Awarded 7th place
Original poems intermingled are ------------
1. An Autumn Night
Written September 6th, 2014
For contest 'Autumn night' by PD A
2. Autumn
Written Oct 2nd, 2014
For contest 'Season acrostics' by Charlotte Puddifoot
Standing straight in columns and ranks,
Heads newly shaved by the barber,
Carrying guns loaded with blanks:
New recruits after Pearl Harbor.
(Our foes wait in their well-defended lair,)
The Generals inspected troops,
(Imagining that they’ll stay safe and warm.)
Standing straight in columns and ranks;
Afterwards they broke into groups,
(All my soldiers ready their arms to bear.)
And marched towards the ships’ gangplanks.
(Bugles sound: Battalions! Companies! Form!)
They boarded ships with guns and tanks
To England, the Atlantic crossed.
(Our siege cannons thunder; smoke mists the air.)
Standing straight in columns and ranks,
(While thinking of barricades each must storm,)
They’d free Europe at any cost.
(Once over the walls, we’ll know what’s in store.)
Allied troops endured dire losses;
(It’s hard to see through misty fogs of war.)
Gaining a foothold up the banks.
Heroes sleep beneath the crosses
Standing straight in columns and ranks.
Columns and Ranks (Quatern 9-25-2014)
Fog of War (Ottava Rima 8-19-2014)
by Mark Halliday / WarriorPoet
I feel unease, when trees creek so
(The stillest slice of night cuts deep)
As wind chimes chatter to and fro
From dusk till dawn my nerves do seize
(Alone with only mirrored thoughts)
When trees creek so, I feel unease
Strange things I see, when darkness falls
(Reflecting all that softly weep)
Soft shadows dancing down the halls
Translucent specters watching me
(The stillest slice of night cuts deep)
When darkness falls, strange things I see
At night alone, my thoughts do stray
(Exposing fears that silence reaps)
Splintered memories, barbed and splayed
So many voices – most my own
(A splintered plank, now blindly walked)
My thoughts do stray, at night alone
The white coats come, when daylight breaks
(The stillest slice of night cuts deep)
The blue pill helps reduce the shakes
First eyes are checked, then straps undone
(Alone with only mirrored thoughts)
When daylight breaks, the white coats come
David Mohn
Poem 1 – Alone at Night - 28 Feb 2014 (Swap Quatrain)
Poem 2 – Gloamings’s Razor – 09 Aug 2014 (Triolet)
Craig Cornish Intermingle Contest
Leafy fingers transposing the Poets imagination
In response to Linda Marie Sweethearts Interwoven