I Can See You in My Dreams: A Symetrelle

I can see you in my dreams

You fly so high up into my sky
While you stultify me as I cry

And I cannot reach you though I desire
With love burning brightly in blue-flaming fire
But never quite knowing what you require
As I lay me down for my soul to expire

Hold me now as I cry one last cry
Reaching for you so high in the sky

I can see you in my dream


Note: The Symetrelle is a form created by Julie Moeller Writing on Allpoetry.com as Bluejewel. She describes it thus: It begins and ends with a single subject line that is 7 syllables. It has ‘a hat and boots’, mono-rhymed couplets that lead you into and out of the subject with a 9 syllable count. At the heart of it is a mono-rhymed 4 line quatrain with an 11 syllable count.

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From This Swirling World of Chaos

From this swirling world of chaos in my mind,
I must fly away to some place of peace,
With imagination unfurled, my chains unbind,
Where heroes make my wars to cease.

And here Beauty will kiss once again my tears,
As outflows needed comfort and love,
To take away all of my frustrations and fears,
To dance in the sunlight shining above.

For only a little while in this place can I stay,
As reality eagerly waits in the wings,
And yet this world of mine will not go away,
Nor will soon flee the song I will sing.

Eyes That Do Not Lie

Eyes that do not lie, bold and gracious, both young and old

That hold me bound, hypnotically drowned in flowing love

From above all the wreckage of the world with a message

Of peace, goodwill, and much joy to fill my soul to fullness

In goodness as well, even as I kiss eyes that spy my heart

From the courts of heaven made real in such lovely appeal

That seals my destiny while singing songs of greatest cheer

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Eyes that do not lie, bold and gracious, both old and young,

I have only begun to fall into your emerald-colored ocean

Where you hold me bound and drowning in your love . . .


Note: Although mine is different in tone and tenor, thank you goes out to Varnika Jain and her poem,The Eyes Do Deceive,” for inspiring my own verses on eyes, which I have always loved and considered “windows to the soul.”

Angels in the Netherworld: A Haibun

We sit round a low-burning fire at night, deep in the quagmires of Acheron, and I slowly look at my beautiful companions, all of them nonpareil numina. They watch me kindly, reassuringly, with eyes supernal. They smile now, ever so slightly, and tell me without speaking that our existence is not without meaning, and that our best efforts are not without hope.

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And all the kingfishers call
As ospreys fly low
Around the cypress and ash
As sun paints horizon far

I lay weary head in the lap of one of my guardians dear, and feel one strong and gentle hand caress my face, while the other covers my beating heart. And I close my eyes. In the belly of hell, I am safe. I sleep in peace.


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Yuletide Song of Enchantment

Can I sing to you songs of the season for the reason of the joy we share,

And might I dare to lay bare love for you so soon as my holiday boon?

Dance with me round the tree ‘n prance in snow as a child free ‘n wild,

And leave me beguiled by beauty so perfect an object of lordly grace,

Giving chase to the better part of my infatuated heart I give but to you

In  our passionate Christmas rendezvous to imbrue with an innocence,

Nevertheless so wise that my soul could never despise,

And oh! How you hypnotize me with your angelic eyes,

But please never leave me to languish in monstrous anguish of desire

That burns like fire unquenchable, so condemnable in courts on high,

So never say goodbye nor fare-thee-well but let me live in your spell,

As we dance around an evergreen tree ‘n prance in pure white snow

Below the sight of the One torn from heaven to be born on this earth

To give us our full worth, while I sing the songs of this sacred season

For reason of the joy we share as we lay ourselves bare forevermore

Step Through Into Fantasy: An Etheree

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And Walk

Stop and Talk

Kneel at the Door

On the Floor Before

And After Phantasies

With All to Lose to Regain

Some Very Changed Reality

Far Beyond Any Simplistic Plea

And Far Past the Life of Banality

So Forever Standing Tall as You Fall

As You Crawl into What is Bizarre

Within Phantasy Land not Far

Under the Bright Nightly Star

Wherein You Hear the Name

Of Your Childhood Fame

So Stake Your Claim

In Other Realms

With No Talk

But Walk

Stride


Note From Colleen’s Blog: The Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The trick is to create a memorable message within the required format. Poets can get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but the idea is to follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Reversed Etheree Syllable Count: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Double Etheree Syllable Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

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