“A Flowers Wilt”
Witness the small existence
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.
A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you,
Until you pick the right flawless touch.
Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,
Courtyard azure eyes,
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left.
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness,
A sweet Lotus echo’
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.
Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity,
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will,
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree,
The Flower wilts
The gardener cries
at the break of dawn
a Hummingbird starts his rounds
Morning Glory sought
flaunting a red hue -
Mexican Sunflower tempts
looking hot, hot, hot
the Don Juan of birds
sucking nectar from Beardtongue. . .
drunk on French kisses
Goldenrod at noon. . .
Zephyr carries a sweet scent
beneath a gold sun
between Rose bushes
the Flower Kisser gets lost
in Blue Infinity
Sweet Pea and Bee Balm
entice with purple petals. . .
Bees join the orgy
Monarchs swarm in droves
when blue Hummingbird alights
on Butterfly Bush
waving in the dusk’s last breeze. . .
the proper lover
the Flower Kisser
leaves his harem sated as
white Moonflower glows
By Andrea Dietrich
*The capitalized names for flowers
represent some of the most popular
flowers visited by hummingbirds.
Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower
I do not know?
'Tis only a flower
Soft Petals of Gold
There's no special power
In this flower I hold
It came from the ground
There was no special seed
On this flower I found
That grew up from a weed
There are ivy green leaves
On it's long narrow stem
The pointy thorns weave
Round it like mountains
A family of ants
Made their home in the ground
Where the rain comes to dance
Round the flower I found
To you it's a flower
And nothing much else
To the ants it's a tower
Of beauty and wealth
So 'tis may be a seed
Which grew a long stem
Where the most beautiful weed
A flower, has hemmed
Around the base of the tree the banks of bluebells flower
Tall and straight but weak of stem, beautifying the forest
Cultivated by nature, leaves for compost, untouched by hand
The flowers are admired by all, gathered by children’s hand
To crush out the perfume from within the flower
Pressed into a book a reminder of the fairy tale forest
Forever in your memory the waving ocean of blue forest
A canvas brought to life by James D Preston hand*
Though missing the perfume of this beautiful small blue flower
Flowers of the Forest natures canvas in your Hand
a link to the painting.
One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last,
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above -
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
There is a pulse.
One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them,
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
There is a pulse.
One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
There is a pulse.
A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.
A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.
C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common name the pretty blue Dalmatian Bellflower
E is for Erigeron a daisy like flower not keen on the rain
F is for its common name, a strange sounding Fleabane.
G is for Galtonia its nodding head like a bowing nymph
H is for the common name the snowdrop or summer Hyacinth.
I is for Imperata Ruba not so hardy let me tell you alas
J is for the common name It’s known as Japanese Blood Grass.
K is for Kniphoria Triangularis a tall flower when unfurled
L is for the common name the pretty Light of the World.
M is for Morus nigia a stately tree with hearts shaped leaves
N is not for the common name but NEEDS care when pruning as it bleeds
Oenothera biennis is for an ephemeral beauty a perfume delicate on the nose
P is for the common name, and we know it as the Evening Primrose.
Q is for Quercus Ruba a fast growing plant that looks tremendous against a wall
R is for the red leaves that this plant displays when in the fall
S is for Salvia greggii you will of heard of this I’ll will wage
T is for its common name we know it as a Texas Sage.
U is for Ugni a fruiting tree with leathery leaves that is second to none
V is for variety in fact in this tree there is only one.
W is for Wisteria that loves to ramble up wires and twist
X is for Xeranthemum the flowers are straw like and crisp
Y is for the Yucca plant a flowering beauty that last for weeks
Z is for Zantedeschia a lily, a variety of colours for you to seek.
Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.
My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.
Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.
While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"
Though it seems like petals fell by the wind
But actually the flower pushed them out
One by one they would fall from the flower
But somehow the wind seemed to know no doubt
Soon as the petals came loose the wind blew
Carried them far in the air, so privileged
But the flower held firm to those last few
It wasn’t letting the wind gain leverage
But as the petals came loose, and wind blows
Petals would dance a special loving dance
Sometimes two would intertwine twice as strong
Flowing was second nature like a trance
Powers of the flower outweigh the wind
But the petals when free get a joy ride
No matter the petal, wind will get you
Free to flow down, nature you must abide
Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Petals In The Wind" contest
soft petals awake;
sacred gem of compassion
blossom into life