Carnation A coronation for a buttonholenear a man’s impenetrable heartcloves drift from the spottickling the nose, begging entry A crown for the wristsof beautiful youth boundin a fancy dress for the promfull of promises not yet broken A tightly ruffled wreathin the bundle from interflorawho outlasts the roses and otherless hearty blooms,with its princely feetContinue reading “Carnation | Orchid”
Lion headed autumn prizesroaring outside the doordaring to show fresh faces in Maycarefully preened manessparkling the early summer dewdaring the sun to bequite as brilliant in hisyellow raptures Once upon a timemy Grandmother planteda host of these rampant kingson a far forgotten side of the housean offering to the neighborsa place of pleasant pilgrimagefor usContinue reading “Chrysanthemum”
Grateful endearmentsclustered in a candy cloudchasing away flies Sweet little darlingsbestowing lucky wishescharmingly held true Thank you for reading!
A heart once pliable and softwith the bloom of youth stillwafting sweetness into an open mindnow hard as flint, in self absorbed,avoiding mirrors except to smash themand revel in the shardscrushed sharply under theboot of controlthe picture in the atticwears a knowing smirkdeaf to any echo but its ownneck deep in its ownenveloping paper whiteContinue reading “Narcissus”
first flowerhope bringerfrost defiersnow pushershort but sweetsaffron burstsunder footkingly cloththrown overthe golden field wise graceflush of joyspice and dyewith humble purerenewal bloomephemeral asa purse of gold Thanks for reading!
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!
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!
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!
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. . . .
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”