Loons dancing on silver waters,
opulence found on glittering shores,
shade provides the palm tree, sand pipers grieve,
love is attainable through calming presence; gentle breeze.
Anna Rozwadowska 2021
A result of the poetry prompt “Shade” by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó :
Hearing me weep inside the deepest azure,
canopied forests disappear in the despair of my tears,
continuing a land that slides forth with projection,
landscapes changing hues in autumn colors,
the cumulative effects of standardized prophets,
how I miss the desert cracks when they sound my name.
Giant sequoias impress indolence, as shadows fill the beyond,
pints of gregarious expressions fill the empty void,
romantic revolutionaries in the contemporary population,
filling deserted chambers with dust,
a slight sparkle from underneath.
Rotary incisions are but naught, satisfaction begins at understanding life’s riches, powers that unleash potential in selective gratitude in the…
Needy remain the threads that bind us together,
silk overruns the threat of dilution,
comforting the nurturing babe, gregarious is the sought,
filling each tapestry with the glaze of an indigo sky,
perhaps the lesser diffusion,
yourself bringing sex to the other,
lonely is the animal that begins to take.
Nothing bad can happen, the carousel collides into plasticized horses,
ravishing red becomes the maven who steals the utmost heart.
Yellow petunias grow as deciduous forests do,
whilst the future of man kind sits in the comforting fog of illusion.
Perhaps it is truly one who sees lovers paradise in…
Gone the seaward spaces, carved from lumber and traced in the sea,
populous derived from carnations, the torment of yellow sunsets,
under the thunderous inclination, perhaps, a gentle story may recover,
little by little we endure the facets of time, proclivity,
common place is rendered obsolete, understanding chains of recovery.
Blocking the intersection to goodness and light, lovers do not desert each other,
tempted by the siren’s call, it is often misunderstood, this concept of buoyancy, tempered by waters as ancient as redwood trees.
Colorful forts bring about safety; a safety you long took for granted, where tree canopies decide…
Golden winds envelop the predilection for understanding,
static agenda of armchair cynics, wineries of
the allotted prodigy play a violin as smooth as coco silk,
woven tapestry inside the music that plays inside.
The brush stroke of an artist in passion, the canvas pertains to the slave,
the paradise awaiting scholarly intrepidation,
concise flower beds feed on mulch, while the sun warms jubilation,
it is a stroke of luck that they find internal balance within,
constant bridges being built under the near water, clay ajar,
beautiful sponges wash up out of the tides.
The honesty of a welcome man becomes…
The concession of outer play inside the cavernous,
as if children had played in the illuminated sand,
sun’s down brings calm prayer to the surface,
a meditation that presence cannot deny,
reflecting on mother moon and her offspring,
shining brightly in the skies.
Whence the fortitude of citation became prominent,
average citizens flock to the streets for refreshment, seeds of water,
coastal inclinations divide the ‘self’ from the ‘I’ along beaches that stretch
miles at a time, roads paved, traversed.
Gregarious becomes the fort road to the populous of existence, inclinations are thunder in the sea, offshore where they meet…
The heart wants the insidious,
lover waits for One,
cajoled, strip a naked soul,
in attention, waiting for sun’s rise to end,
blue lagoons shake in orgasm.
Anna Rozwadowska 2021
A response to Randy Cooper’s “Swirl:”
Top Writer in Poetry. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide.I have an M.A. in Environmental Sociology.