...poetry

a collection of aranga's poems for leo's daily challenge

day 1 - triolet

watch it arcing through the leaves

leaves a path of peace and furore

all partook know all bereaved

watch it arcing through the leaves

many who wish to have it seized

seek it only elsewhere truer

watch it arcing through the leaves

leaves a path of peace and furore

day 2 - ekphrasis

*of a mental image*

summery, carefree, innocent light

sparkling in the leaves above

that lively roof, so sweet and soft

blessed are the birds that may rest in that tree

but what of the one who rests down below?

a rugged longhunter, unmoved from the trunk

marred by the fangs of arboreal beasts

the price was afforded, though the prize never wanted

may his upwards gaze console

day 3 - rondel

look how its lightless glow adorns the crown

very little escapes its grasp

sages aware of its truth in long past

yet aware of deceit in those whom had found

the few who told of it only could through Somehow

the explorer though could never survive their farce

look though, its lightless glow adorns the crown

very little escapes its grasp

the one source to find it strewn all about

like branches or leaves, as if low as discard

but vital that balance stays constant

it is elusive, but still possible without

look, its lightless glow adorns the crown

day 4 - lento

well-learned it was to sequester its gain

how odd that’s not in escrow out ways?

the renowned kings once could never acclaim

now not is the case, dreams have moved on

the essence of legends of every eon

far from hegemony, left to rot

though this the intention for all time long

guard of what is, no more at the gates

day 5 - dizain

tis what lays the foundation of the great

may be found shot through boughs hidden far deep

when it bites, with the venom of the snake

when at peace, it allows many to heal

and rarely so potent as this, revealed

oh how fraught is it throughout the whisper

who knows of its truth and the found risk thar

where even the noble could not collect

freely, let alone the prize for miscr’ants

but as sure as it stands, may none forget

day 8 - concrete poem

day 9 - pantoum

as blithe as a frolicking fawn

they ventured through the guileful woods and

in the trapjaws of despair

when caught up in its dazzling gleam

they ventured through the guileful woods and

bemused by what could not be real

when caught up in its dazzling gleam

they knew they never should have been

bemused by what could not be real

in the trapjaws of despair

they knew they never should have been

as blithe as a frolicking fawn

day 11 - couplet

gaze upon it with longing and love

certain its essence has come from above

know little of strife and despair it has wrought

disaster ensues when by the wicked it's caught

touch not, for it to the soul is acid

a tool to the accustomed, but if unready is rancid

day 12 - rondeau

so soft sing the birds

so clear is the light

so still is the air in the day and the night

the visitors here litter nothing but words

to glory the place as it may deserve

the upwards gaze would enframe delight

if one were to discover it at all

pictorial wonder is left undisturbed

not even bones from implausible fights

not even the ground is of spectacle deprived

arboreal jewels would be found in the dirt

if one were to discover it at all

day 13 - sonnet

quartzy light fills its summery leaves

when their autumnal crisp has been forgone

and though there is no correspondence in heat

it reminds one of the gold of fall

like bismuth shine the blooms of spring

as bright as ‘bows, and fresh like mint

and never could snow tighter cling

but could ice, with its pearlescent glint?

few can adore its quarterly show

save for birds and snakes that inhabit

still that few will ever love to know

tis the view and they are blessed to have it

but the greatest time for spectacle

is when it bears no season at all

day 14 - nonce

*rhyme on the next foot in the next line*

never will there be again a fount

quite as ever-flowing from its source

if all the tales together had been true

they may not all failed their endeavours perhaps

alas none speak more of that mythic treasure

day 17 - nonet

one only place it glides like a snake

sparkling trails of countless hues

such an unnatural view

more entrancing than words

dreams materialised

up above

glitters

bright

day 18 - quatrain

soaked in the dirt over a thousand graves

where many fell for one’s ambitions to pave

even one slight shred causes another dismay

after misuse, innocence will pay

day 23 - luc bat

laced throughout idle words

that deeply cut and hurt unseen

to heal and intervene

requires that same nee’le and thread

trust is lighter than air

belief is embedded in th’mind

po’er, as these, is likewise

so how can it be like thick sap?

it could only be that is myth

day 24 - blank verse

may the baleful day to her pertain?

as they say a reign cannot forever stay

oh-so-wise minds divine this idea

but by violating sights its guidance unclear

and talk is fraught with naught and pure nonce

she shall not be daunted by unsure pondering

day 26 - ottava rima

glory in those towering boughs above

where few eyes have cast a glance towards

its trail like a flitting gilded dove

through breeze-kissed leaves it leaves its flow’ry cords

casting shining flecks throughout the dust

a wellspring for the lands it affords

let it not be removed from its perch

lest it shall tangle and besmirch

day 29 - haiku

sheltering through night

they awake in fragrant bloom

and hope in new dawn