Winter’s Lace
First snow, falling softly.
Amaryllis’ view from the window,
warm thoughts.
A little ray of sunshine,
that banishes winter blues—
Winter jasmine.
Cold persistence
Periwinkle’s winter wink
Pansies thrive.
Deep into winter
Primrose’s color delight,
stark against the snow
Varied highs and lows
February vacillates.
Snowdrops appear.
Narcissus’ beauty
shines for all to see,
defying winter’s hold
Colorful and sweet
Pansies’ cousin, Viola,
a winter survivor.
Glory-of-the-Snow,
whimsical, star-shaped clusters
greet winter’s end.
Pale Season of Titivated Lace
(rewrite of Winter’s Lace)
Vibrant blooms ignite
against a blank canvas
beneath brooding, iron-gray skies.
Amaryllis gazes out from the window;
a periwinkle winks back, whisper-warm.
Across a stark alabaster landscape,
autumn falls silent;
pansies persist.
Bleak and bitter, yet in defiance,
Narcissus lifts its radiant face.
A small ray of sunshine,
burnishing a crepuscular gloam,
Wendy’s Gold rises.
Lucille’s Squill emits its whimsical scent
As the season turns.
Write an imaginative landscape poem without using snow, snowy or wintry terms- atmospheric implication, art of resistance.
a brief magic moment
nighttide meets at winter's gate
light concatenates
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A magical moment,
the sun stands still-
winter begins -
with a brisk,
cold
chill.
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Christmas Eve Night
Prelude to a noiseless world
Daybreak the fun begins
Wintry winds whistling
Autumn's last dance-
a graceful genuflection
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In sparkled light, night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps, harboring dreams once ours.
or
On silvery threads, dreams dance with joyous leaps.
Dreams dancing on silvery threads are for keeps.Imaginative
Sheer trails appear laced with ice feathers,
Puck's in the wind searching for sky treasures.
Tiered January sky, nothing leaves a mark.
Eagles hitch a ride, ready to embark.
More verses: WIPImaginative
Imaginative trails appear laced with ice feathers,
Puck's in the wind searching for sky treasures.
Sheer January sky, nothing leaves a mark.
Eagles hitch a ride, ready to embark.
In sparkled light, night recedes, tomorrow sleeps
Dreams dance
on silvery moonbeams
while tomorrow sleeps.
Molecules and particles
testing each other, establishing
sanditon boundaries.
Sandillion is an old way to quantify something as numerous as grains of sand.
Sarah and Hagar
Twelve sons from each
A Lion and a wild donkey,
battle for supremacy
in the Middle East
Sandillion boundaries
seismic shifting, waiting to erupt, in the Middle East,
Russia and Ukraine.
The bad and the ugly of
Territorial boundaries,
where is the good?
Molecules and particles
testing each other, establishing
sanditon boundaries.
Sandillion is an old way to quantify something as numerous as grains of sand; Sanditon establishing boundaries, particles and molecules.
In sparkled light, night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps, harboring dreams once ours.
In sparkled light,
night recedes-
tomorrow sleeps
Dreams dancing on
silvery threads are
for keeps.
Short form:
Night recedes in
dancing dreams, tomorrow sleeps
in sparkled light.
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the night sky frolics
under silvery moonbeams
in stillness, dreams come.
dreams dance in joyous leaps,
skating on imaginative trails,
night treasures.
night recedes behind
the stars- no thought to pending
troubles, tomorrow sleeps.
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the night sky frolics
under silvery moonbeams
in stillness,
dreams dance
on silvery moonbeams,
tomorrow sleeps-
seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends-
the rings inside
As autumn falls silent under evening's snow,
sheltered seeds don winter's coat below.
Sleeping silently beneath winter's breath,
trees fold into a counterfeit death.
A magical moment when the sun stands still,
winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.
Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies,
glistens frosty precip amenities.
Amidst frigid fields, icicles drip.
Cardinals swoop midstream for a sip.
Mice tucked warmly under subnivean snow,
moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau.
Betwixt two of astral stars, the moon hangs bright,
eerie wolf howls echo through the night.
Playful trickery, a spring bud pops its head.
Winter snaps and tucks it back to bed.
Emmanuel is born to the Father's
delight - Israel's long awaited
hope. The Word sang a poignant
story, a pure melody.
It was a melodious tune for those
with a heart to hear.
The whispered melody arrived as
soft as the tiny beats of
hummingbird wings.
The dawning light of a new
beginning altered our precepts,
arousing a sanguine hope in a
song-less world.
The morning light hummed as
angels sang the Troubadour's
song of man's redemptive story.
Picture & Poem by rbrontebrown
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Emmanuel was born
to the Father's delight.
Israel’s long-awaited hope.
The Word reveal its melody.
It was a soft, melodious tune
for those with hearts to hear.
Its whispered melody arrived as soft as
the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing.
(Wip)
It was a soft, melodious tune
for those with hearts to hear.
Its psithuric melody whispered softly
as whispered wings.
The dawn of a new beginning
altered our precepts, arousing a
sanguine hope in a songless world.
The morning light hummed.
Angel marveled. the Troubadour arrived.
of man's redemptive story.
Haiku version
Anticipation,
to the Father's delight,
Emmanuel is born
The dawning light
of a new beginning
slates our thirst.
Arousing
a sanguine hope
for the coming year.
A salubrious optimism
laced with intent,
tempered.
Suffering:
Fear and darkness abide side-by-side, hiding the old crone of despair.
Cohorts of hatred entrench themselves against the light.
Incoherent thoughts rattle the brain, searing the heart.
Stirred perturbation (agitation) summons dementia.
Death grins from the abyss, as the human soul withers.
Yet, darkness recoils at the light.
The old crone flees, abandoning despair.
Defeated, Death returns to the abyss.
Light enters, dispelling darkness.
Love’s glow lights the way, sparking hope.
Life, light, and love embrace the soul.
What specific events or experiences led to the presence of fear and darkness?
How can love specifically counteract despair and the influence of death?
What does the journey from darkness to light look like for those who struggle with despair?
Drugs and confusion act
as cohorts.
summoning dementia to rattle
the brain,
Stirring perturbation
pərdərˈbāSH(ə)n/,
darkness settles in.
Darkness cannot extinguish light.
shrinks away [recoils/ flees]from light. The old crone gags (gags) in despair
A dawning light hums,
the eternal once wrapped in clay,
has set Terra free. (resurrection)
The Troubadour sings,
illuminating darkness
with salvation's song,
His message rings true.
A gift of grace freely given
honoring choice.
The song of the church
is the gospel story of
God's eternal plan.
The harvest complete,
the church caught up,
Israel will once again
have a hand in redeeming
Man.
Santa's toys
And Christmas morn can
Never replace
Thankful hearts
And God's grace
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Anticipation.
To the Father's delight,
Emmanuel was born
The Eastern Star shone
through the night
illuminating the way.
The Word sang a melody
for my heart to hear,
poignant and pure.
For those with ears
to hear, it was soft
and gentle.
Akin to the beats
of hummingbird wings, arrived
a whispered message.A songless worldyearned for echos of the
Troubadour’s aria.
Prophecies of old fulfilled,
arousing a sanguine hope,
for redeeming mankind.
An Angel announced
the King's arrival.
He dwelt with us.
The dawning light
of a new beginning
slates our thirst.
synonyms for light:
beam blink burn dazzle flash flicker glare gleam glisten glitter glow illuminate radiate shimmer sparkle twinkle.
Winter Stores
Charlotte Brontë
We take from life one little share,
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
From tears and sadness free.
And, haply, Death unstrings his bow,
And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart.
Existence seems a summer eve,
Warm, soft, and full of peace;
Our free, unfettered feelings give
The soul its full release.
A moment, then, it takes the power
To call up thoughts that throw
Around that charmed and hallowed hour,
This life’s divinest glow.
But Time, though viewlessly it flies,
And slowly, will not stay;
Alike, through clear and clouded skies,
It cleaves its silent way.
Alike the bitter cup of grief,
Alike the draught of bliss,
Its progress leaves but moment brief
For baffled lips to kiss.
The sparkling draught is dried away,
The hour of rest is gone,
And urgent voices, round us, say,
“Ho, lingerer, hasten on!”
And has the soul, then, only gained,
From this brief time of ease,
A moment’s rest, when overstrained,
One hurried glimpse of peace?
No; while the sun shone kindly o’er us,
And flowers bloomed round our feet, —
While many a bud of joy before us
Unclosed its petals sweet, —
An unseen work within was plying;
Like honey-seeking bee,
From flower to flower, unwearied, flying,
Laboured one faculty, —
Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,
Its gloom and scarcity;
Prescient to-day of want to-morrow,
Toiled quiet Memory.
’Tis she that from each transient pleasure
Extracts a lasting good;
’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
To serve for winter’s food.
And when Youth’s summer day is vanished,
And Age brings winter’s stress,
Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,
Life’s evening hours will bless.
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