Between long shadows and golden hues of late afternoon sun The silent movement of gossamer wings flutter in gentle breezes A sweet sound of birdsong echoing through trees
Sparkling diamonds of early morning dew caught on a spider’s web A flapping of duck’s wings the only sound Full moon rising to complete a starry sky Hooting of a distant owl Melodic sounds of a river tumbling over rocks
Cool water washing sand from between toes The rhythmic movement of a boat upon water Lulling you into sleep An invitation to fill the senses Simple wonders bring peace and soothe a troubled soul
Why do they think that I must drink I am waterlogged to the brink My magenta blooms do frown As my roots will surely drown Orchids love humidity And never morbidity Why do they think that I must drink I am waterlogged to the brink
Grace is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us to write an Octelle The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical. This is my first time using this form.
The Summer began in early Spring this year Bringing merciless heat scorching body and earth Cranking air conditioners and spinning fans Beaches and pools crowded with souls Searching for cooling comfort The solstice came and went and the arrival of rainy season gifted relief As it slipped into its seasonal pattern Now deep into August the sky is full Moving clusters of cumulus clouds Drape themselves across the blue-grey expanse Emptying in intervals With thirty second rain showers Now you see them, now you don’t Pouring on one side of the street, Not the other The sun peeking in between Painting her rainbows And as darkness falls mosquitoes come to life Sending their targets scurrying for the cover of citronella Heat lightning glows red in the night sky And thunder’s drum roll announces its presence
August in Florida is God's way of reminding us who's in charge. -- Blaize Clement
Mish is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse. This poem is in response to Sanaa's prompt of The Month of August from Thursday night's D'Verse. I was running too late to post it!
The late afternoon air carried a scent of rainfall Dried and thirsty grass finally refreshed Sunshine cast its spell in dramatic fashion reflecting moisture Impacting the landscape with a rainbow painted against the grey clouds and that magic moment was complete
