A golden facesurrounded by long pearly whitesYour golden facecalled common but not out of placeamong a joyful bouquet, lightand dear as purity’s brightsweet golden face Today’s flower poem is a rondelet! Thank you for reading.
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Tulip
Give me your kissesand with them your deepest heartbind yourself to mewithout condition or gamesIn return, I’ll do the same Another flower poem for May! Thank you for reading.
Rose
sweet scented beating heart of passionnamed deliverer of 1000 declarationsand 10,000 apologiesthe thorn in the side of loversa petaled face among the brushwild, ready to peck at the prideof the faint of heart Flower poem #1! Part of my process in writing this poem, and all the ones that will follow this month – afterContinue reading “Rose”
The Language of Flowers
speak to me in the waft ofpetal stamen language pollinate my thoughts witha breath as sweet as the firstwarm wind of spring teach me beauty and brevityand the easy joy of the momentthe wisdom of leaving a simplelife attached to its rootsI know the ruin of clippers and spadesI know the trauma of transplantation showContinue reading “The Language of Flowers”
Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another
It’s a good day for EmilyI sip tea and watch the rainchin in my hand, like any womanprone to flights of fancyand often confined at homesince the spring, our garden has growninto a tangled beastuntamed and freenature gone to seed in glorious abandonunchecked and vivacious as a fertile mindliberated from the chains of societysending outContinue reading “Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another”
The Seven Word Stretch
Rolled up and served upwell seasoned, handed overthere’s a sense of fulfillmentin a duty well done The burning takes placein an open field, after the rain comessmoke sends signals to the sensesinner life, come to life Whatever gets hung from these branchesthe birds will peck at, in timenight rodents will investigateit will keep the insectsContinue reading “The Seven Word Stretch”
Nip | Nostalgia Nibbles Most in Autumn
That nip in the air isthe little ping of nostalgia isa tickle in your nose isthe tantalizing aroma of earth ismingled with wood smoke isozoney comfort of rain coming isa good excuse for baking iscoziness and hominess all rolled into one isa blanket and slipper socks issnug as the cat by the fire isremembering whereContinue reading “Nip | Nostalgia Nibbles Most in Autumn”
Watchers
The stones speak the language we give themvocabulary imposed with a hammer and a chiselin their own wordsthey would be steadfast and silentwe blow them up to make way for our own plansgrind them to gravel to crushbeneath the wheels of our progresswe press them into servicestand upon the steps we carveand quarrel endlesslywhile theyContinue reading “Watchers”
In Translation | The Space In Between
The empty space between two peoplewhere everything gets lostvenom floats in the supercharged atmosphereof an argument ready to ignite Words unspoken float in between roomsfill up vacant seats in cars and restaurantsbecome the hollow pillow of regret next to youin the bed while through the open windowlost letters drift falling in fat lazy flakesthat soakContinue reading “In Translation | The Space In Between”
In Season
Fall’s delightFire’s light Winter’s lairDen’s bear Spring’s quickeningGreen’s thickening Summer’s bountyChildhood’s county This poem from my Medium archive was from a prompt on the pub Genius in a Bottle (on seasons, I think).
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