Leaving Cranes (Free Verse)
a light wind
whipped the waves
into origami shapes
leaving cranes
with tattered necks
and sodden feet
drifting
subtly
towards distant shore
never knowing
if shifting conditions would warrant
a brutal crash
into cliffs
or a softer welcome
on sandy beach
Effigies of Stone (Shakespearian Sonnet)
Thought travels as a storm upon the wind,
eroding common effigies of stone.
In turning pulse and counted spin of sin;
to break apart uncommonness of bone.
With ache of arms I struggle toward his shore,
Where pleasures turn to ice upon the shoal;
and carve does curse as winter, evermore.
A subtle burst of paper turned to coal.
He binds me in misshapen crease of tide.
My hair blown sodden tangles in flung foam.
While lofting fragile spirit wings to ride
upon once barren heart of buried tome.
What is this yearn to crave for nature's man?
This deeper creature's magic changed to sand.
Dancing Waves (Sestina)
Thought travels as a storm upon the wind,
eroding common effigies of stone.
Turning pulse in counted spin of waves;
to break apart uncommonness of man.
Where pleasures turn to ice upon the shore
and carve does curse as winter, evermore.
He binds me in misshapen evermore.
My hair blown sodden tangles in the wind.
With ache of arms I struggle toward his shore,
washed in gentle flow on saddened stone.
Where loss is flamed as dimmer, burnished man;
surrendered cheap in linen bound in waves.
He wings south, in flight of origami waves.
A subtle burst of paper evermore;
in crease to crane belief in spinning man,
while lofting fragile spirit into wind.
Laden with the weight of summer's stone,
as anchor screaming soft on gravel shore.
Stumbled as survivor beached on shore
his siren calls in slender dancing waves.
Where cliffs do sing a lullaby of stone,
and hope does chime in light of evermore.
For wary wander whispered in the wind,
where peals of love turn thunder into man.
What is this yearn to crave for nature's man?
When rock does turn to feathered springtime shore.
And hallowed cries of tender, moan the wind;
leaving unknown tethers, felt in waves.
Upon once barren heart of evermore,
where time does stop in wonder turned to stone.
He offers gifts of orchestrated stone.
This deeper creature's magic changed to man.
Where blinded eyes have opened evermore,
in blessing sparkled sedately on my shore.
Where wait is beastly burden's goodbye wave,
in float of peace filled scent, upon my wind.
I wait as stone still clinging to this shore,
for subtle man, whose starlight flickers waves.
Folded in his promised evermore, softly born in clearer winters wind.
Adding your comment:
I truly appreciate that. I feel that this challenge has brought the best out on you... I giggled at the fact that you admitted to not following the instructions throughout 
But to see you used that in your favor shows your awesomeness even more. I admire your strength. I love your writing... You are most welcomed to join next sesaon as a judge, no matter the outcome 
I want to thank you for the hardwork and the dedication you have set forth... never to complain... or take offense to the constructive critisim. That means a lot. I have enjoyed you 
