Diamante– Love, Loss

Love

Fiery, breathless

Waiting, writing, whispering

Joyfulness of heart—Full heart of empty ache

Mourning, writing, sleeping

Breathless, endless

Loss

©Bennetta Faire, 2013

Chimes of August

Hear the chimes, they ring:
“Listen! Listen to the cries—
A mother, heart-torn;
Anguish-splintered, insulted
By justice a-grieved, forlorn”.

Limerick– “Cook and Baker”

I know a round cook and baker–
She’s good of heart, no mere faker.
What she makes, she gives away–
Loves to bless people’s day
(Else, she’d be huge as a half-acre).

©Bennetta Faire, 2013

Leaving Moon

 

Sheepish, Leaving Moon—
You cast a half-smile to me,
Over your shoulder.
How flirtatious you’ve become—
Now that compromise we’ve won!

©Bennetta Faire, 2013

Fortune’s Fashion Statement

Wife’s fortune cookie
Predicts she’ll make a name in
The field of fashion.
She strikes a chic, fetching pose–
I muffle laugh with coughing.

August Full Moon Fibonacci

I~

Veiled
In blue
Suspicion,
Beauty rises—pearled
Perfection, silver sphere; floats up,
Balloon-like, above froth-spiked waves, clouds on cobalt sea.

Limerick for Our Benefactor

Poetry challenge: Limerick.

There’s a fine Belfast gent, name of Harry,

Whose grand invite, at first, made me wary–

But I conquered my dribbles,

Put ink to paper, penned scribbles–

Now I’m named with his Corner, legendary.

©Bennetta Faire, 2013

Limerick– “The Temptress”

Poetry challenge: Limerick.

The Temptress, a bit of a loon,

Was stunning and made strong men swoon.

They all kept close eye

On gold orb in night sky–

Lest she turn monster-y by Full Moon.

©Bennetta Faire, 2013

Limerick Challenge

Poetry challenge: Limerick.

There once was a poet so stoked—

And not from a substance she smoked.

No, it was prayer power–

She sought God each hour,

Lest she find her talent revoked.

©Bennetta Faire, 2012

Love Unquenchable

Water
Falling
On water—
Droplet by drop
Rain turns
The color of the pool—
It is the same water.

“Famous Author’s” Husband

Wife’s total recall
Of things imaginary
Proves entertaining—
Till I slip up, forget her
Most urgent realities.

Loop Poetry Challenge~~ “Madness”

O this madness!
Madness, clanging,
Clanging wind chimes–
Chimes that once,
Once were lullabies.

Lullabies? Siren songs–

Anguished Heart

(A Villanelle)

She was ne’er ablaze, neither mere flash of prism’s light—
Within her depths, burned darkest smoldering fire.
Anguished heart—pure love and passion would endless fight.

She’d dance for all to watch throughout the night—
And the soldiers, sabers resting, offered coin to hire.
She was ne’er ablaze, neither mere flash of prism’s light.