sacred seat, re-emergingday by day unscathedwaxed to perfectionshunning defeatwith a nightly dunkin murky waters so I pretzel twist into astate of searchingcontemplation, breath-focusedlooking inward to seeout and beyondto that farther shore Thanks for your time, readers!
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Gladiola
Mightier than the swordthese gorgeous stalks piercememory, arranged in cutglass in the tiny London houseawaiting the return ofthe bride and groom Outlasting the tide of realitythey burst with myriadfire upward througha field of knives,spiked-guardians in silentobservation with a stabof passion at the sky Thanks for reading!
Black Eyed Susan
Daisy of the plains, a wash of sunshinein the ditch, beside the highwaywhere the tractors don’t mowin the month of April,letting Susan butter up every eyethat spies her, waving to motorists,blissfully unaware of the punchthat left her named for a shiner Thank you for reading!
Dahlia
strength, in the valley of edible rootsspicy tubers waiting for the thawto reign over the gardenuntil autumn’s last light dignity in a quietly showyface, graced with lacestanding tall a long, longway from the solid ground Thank you, readers! Just a few more flower poems to go. . . .
Foxglove
Fairie tricks ring the dead men’s bellsheartbeat secrets no tongue can tella thimble-full to tame the blooda double dose brings sleeping floodsto tame his madness, deaf with painimpassioned, driven, yellow-faintthe genius Dutchman’s pallet tellswhere myth meets rumor, logic failsbowing woodland hiding placeproud pink trumpets make your face There’s a VanGogh reference in this poem .Continue reading “Foxglove”
Bee Balm
at a bed and breakfast in the Catskills,lost somewhere between 1985and a lump of sorrow in the throat,there it was on the plate:little edible pink petals,next to the fresh scrambled eggs: local cluckers and garden bountyserved by a man whodrifted through timeand opened his houseto the likes of us: two idiotswho later came back withaContinue reading “Bee Balm”
Azalea
I can still hear her voicetalking about them, bloominglike a bright gentle flowerfrom the bushes along the greens and fairwayssweet and slow as asouthern afternoon, spiced uplike the wine-soaked pork chopsand etouffet she loved to make I can still feel her hands,floral with lotion and softas butterfly’s wings, plusalmost as fragile,navigating the click ofknitting needlesContinue reading “Azalea”
Zinnia
the field is a constellation of colora vast universe dotted with petal’d starswhere harvesters buzz like beesarmed with scissorsfor take-home delightsthat don’t lastthe crystal autumn sky watcheswithout emotionthrowing down rays of dustto nourish the future,who buds in quiet industryin spite of the invading hoards This poem is about the field of zinnias at a pumpkinContinue reading “Zinnia”
Marigold
buttoned up with meaning,like clockwork in the skythroughout the year,a garland of desire likea field of bristling sunsgravely marching to dotheir business with thegreat beyond, equal to bothsides of life’s coin: weddings and funeralsjoy and loss take it or leave it,stuff your pockets full of gold I can’t think of marigolds without thinking about thatContinue reading “Marigold”
Hyacinth
bittersweet early bloomerdrunk on the blood of winterswollen in the sleeping soilto thrust a graceful, frilled neckthat soaks up the delight of the sunintoxicating passers by toswoon in half-sorrow longing the perfume cuts throughthe air like an errantdiscus thrown and then struckby the jealous windso sweetness springs fromthe grave where youth fell,to sorrow-seed the fallowContinue reading “Hyacinth”
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