.....And in you I see a writer with a wonderful gift; capable of such beautifully eloquent writing. You are a true artist and are, in my opinion, unequalled in your ability to express yourself. I am, truly, your fan and enjoy our prosaic connection
bigpapadan

Wise Appreciation

Thy words of wisdom,
The evaluation
Of a prosaic poet,
Is in itself
A sign of divinity
Upon whose shoulders
Rests human dignity
To appreciate is in it
A gift divine,
It’s like drinking love
With eyes,
Like wine

As promised here are 3 more forms

Free Verse

The high wind swirls in this ravine
setting off whirl winds, scattered
mostly defined by dirt and duff
save one

A single golden poplar leaf
freshly fallen and still perfect
twists and turns pirouetting
joyfully

Climbing higher, ever higher
becoming a mere speck
then releases for a terminal tumble
floating in a lengthy falling
its final swan song ballet

Western Classic

sanctity of quiet

quiet is sanctity
of one --
an insouciance

caring free
nonchalance
as grape vines
burgeon fruit

a fly buzzes farmlands --
light shines
dappled between feathers
of birds in flight

not counting quills
to stay aloft --

avian brains
balanced as no others
know

but perhaps humans
who trod thin edges
of silent way

long and narrow
the path
pitfalls each on each side

A gun cause’s harm
To the innocent
Give justice to the guilty
Not so much the gun, but
The soul behind the gun

I am posting this Haiku today and will expand into three other forms tomorrow

A lone poplar leaf
swirling in an autumn wind
a golden ballet

Tomorrow will post i Western Classic, Free Verse, and Parallel forms.............scribbler

While my world sleeps
and the solitude of night
comes crashing in bringing thoughts
which fly around on strings
suspending kites of imagery's
that battle for their place
in mid-flight streams

The tug-o-war
of what was, what is,
and what might be pushes away
the possibility of sweet sleep
I wonder, will I ever rest?
I close my eyes so tight
but all I see on the curtain of my eyes
are the floating ghost
that look like bright lights

.
a spiral is a nice shape
round and round
up and down
three dimensional too

circles, they're ok
lines are cool
but, spirals-------------
-----(here, speechless)---

springy
active
and playful
dancing,
in graceful formulas,
spaciousness
and wonder

spirals wind,
and rewind
and remind me
of the universe
and my connection
with the ALL
and this,
by definition,
definitly
includes
you!

Your love asphyxiates, agitating
Stemming my breathe.
I'm struggling for air.

You apply more pressure,
an arm across my neck.
I'm  gasping for freedom.

Suffocating, squeezing so tight,
You're afraid to release me,
Scared I'll take flight.
   
You overwhelm me.
I’m dizzy and confused,
Losing consciousness.

one more day

lost chord
is hidden in chaos --

perhaps chaos is lost chord
in disguise

I came into the world screaming
I may stay under protest

but --

listening to lost chord
while still here is
a wonder in itself

midst chaos' clamber
tune keeps me

present

one more day.

vcp

Resting in peace beneath the earth
As the life that caused our existence
Goes back to heaven from whence it came
Ending the pain and suffering
Consuming our very soul