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A glimpse in the garden

      My garden lies between the trees
 Where lilies dance in gentle breeze
      And lilacs whisper pretty please
 To  a butterfly's caressing tease

         Nearby glows the  buttercups
   Where  honeybees come to sup
        While  hummingbirds on branches squint
  To catch a glimpse of hyacinths
      And daffodils in yellow coats
 Sway to songbirds dulcet notes

 Queen Anne's lace is also grown
 With Forget-me-nots and anemones
     But the rose in beauty stands alone
 And smiles demurely from her throne

Copyright © Joseph May

Details | Haiku | |


morning quiet time
in nature's warm bosom found
sun kissed flowers shine

12 March 2015
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez

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Shadow to Shadow - Shadows Contest

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where you played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Sweet grass dies in your fallow glade
as opportunist needs invade
and bleed the life from every blade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims surging song is brayed,
then dirges of the helpless fade
and urges pant their serenade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Agendas you've arranged cascade
to keep your motives undisplayed
and cover cracks in your charade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
You've planted with your soiled spade
slick seeds of doubt in hopes that they'd
conceal the putrid plots you've laid

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Your blighted past will be replayed
and every bloom on whom you've preyed
must lie now in the beds you've made

Copyright © Lycia Harding

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'' Fluttering Gems''

As I stood in my garden amongst my flowers,
       A parade of blue butterflies was drifting;
Past my lovely brilliant primrose rock garden,
           They kissed a purple corn flower growing.

They stopped and kissed rainbow painted daisy,
      Drifting over to drooping bleeding hearts;
Resting on white campania with their trumpets,
            Like sparkling garden gems quietly hovering.

Blue larkspur and columbine called for a kiss,
      The tiny rubies twirled over in a waltzing dance;
And between yarrow, sage and yellow tick seed,
            They spotted echinacea and came fluttering. 

Floating on over they kissed orange scabiosa,
      Then the assemblage of sweet butterflies left;
Just stopping for a quick sip of fountain water,
            And gone this parade of fluttering blue gems.
August 11, 2015
(Re-write from 6/6/13, Butterfly Kisses)


Written by Broken Wings 

For the contest,  Butterflies Among Us, sponsor, Skat

Fourth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY.
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE 

The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the 
stunning QUEEN.
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds 
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.

She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her

When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
Magnificent  presence
Pleasantly BEING. 

MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing



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Mother's Garden

Mother's Garden ~~ I grew up amongst every kind of plant and flower, Beyond our gate was the garden of dear mother; This Eden was colourful, tangled and so sensational, So erratic, untamed and just totally unmanageable. Mother knew the Latin names of each blooming posy, The iris, lily, rose, aster, dahlia, marigold and peony; I really loved the purple larkspur and pink gardenia, Mother said she loved them all but adored camellia. Brightly painted butterflies danced and glided happily, And the nesting birds all sang their songs so loudly; We had an old swing and we would sit and sip tea, In the shade of the trees, just my mother and me. O to turn back the clock of time, moving and clicking, To be in my mother's garden again, a child dreaming. _________________________________________ July 2, 2014 Sonnet Entered in the contest, Any poem under 15 lines, Poet Destroyer First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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Blossoms And Bubbles

As I entered the garden the scents enticed
rampant rose blossom the arches fenced.

Cascading aromatic blossoms greeting me
amidst the climbers were the sweet pea.

In the centre stood the patio so glamorous
sparkling bubbles of champagne  so amorous.

Tickling the throat buds saturated with scent
from the tumbling blossoms as they descent.

Blood stream and breath full of roiling bubbles
and past swish the gentry parading in couples.

Raise your glasses in a toast as friends are wed
laughing, knowing they will all too soon be in bed.

Ah what a perfect day in this romantic garden
bubbles and blossoms tumbling as skies darken

Blossoms and bubbles never somniferous
mixed together they are becoming toxiferous.

written 03/25/2015

contest Blossom and Bubbles

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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Rose of Annamarie

Collecting the colors of nature,
the yellow, the blue and the green.
From the top of the stair,
I see a color so rare,
I go into the garden to see.
A snap-shot in my mind,
of the color I’d find,
just as my mind’s eye took it…
I continue my quest,
searching everywhere lest,
the dim light of dawn overlooks it.
I spy a fresh rose,
with petals of red,
I pick it not-
but admire instead.
It’s splendor and color,
at times wild and free,
are all reminiscent
of Annamarie…
Copyright © 2013

Copyright © Cole Banner

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Blossoms and Bubbles

In the hush of dawn wild flowers bloom, Blossoms mingle sweetly amongst the row of tombs; Scents drift in the air setting free spring perfume, The lovely flowers transcends the sad dark gloom. A rainbow of colours swaying in the breeze, Pink dances with purple and orange with yellow; And dipping and soaring the swirling bees, Your soft sweet voice mother is but a faint echo. I pause my journey to you and pick wild flowers, Holding beauty I press a kiss on your stone; A love for flowers that dark death cannot alter, Lovely bright flowers I leave on your tombstone. In the quiet a soft humming voice hovers, And above her tomb a wild flower bubble lingers. ________________________________ March 28, 2015 For the contest, Blossoms and Bubbles Sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo 9th Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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Burning Daylight Day Lily

Hurry, hurry we are burning daylight,
      The flowers are wilting;
Mother was planting a cottage garden,
And we needed the right perennials;
Flowers durable, enduring, perpetual,
      Oh sweet dreams of flowers;
This was a journey I shared with mother,
      Daylight pours into this memory;
          That I recall vividly.

Fragrant burning daylight day lilies,
      Flowing emerald leaves;
Intense beautiful orange-yellow colors,
Trumpet shaped delicate soft blooms;
We set them in a sheltered location,
      So attractive in the shade;
They also thrive in fields growing wild,
     After mother died I took some;
          Placing them at her tomb.

Darkness turns to daylight as I recall,
      Mother's cottage garden;
Some tell me that I must let it go,
That all the time I spend grieving;
The less time I spend living my life,
      But how dear to me the memory;
Of me and mother in her garden,
      Planting burning daylight day lilies;
          With petals that sleep.

April 14, 2015

Verse (unrhymed)

For the contest, Burning Daylight, sponsor, John  Lawless

Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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Beyond The Garden Gate

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"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Memories Of Grandma

I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work 
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all  of her flowers
I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's 
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching 
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they 
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and 
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded much I miss her everytime I smell these 
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden

In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers

Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown

Details | Abecedarian | |

Flower Garden

Asters litter beds in rainbow colours
Berries red and black slowly growing
Clover adding bright patches of green
Daisy's dotting the rolling lawns
Enchanting us with their beauty
Fox gloves waving their wands of trumpets
Gerbera brightly show the sun their faces
Hibiscus blown by gentle hot breezes sway
Irises joining in glinting and glimmering
Jasmine flowers spreading out profusely as
Kale fish swim in the pond flashing colour
Lilies floating gracefully give them shelter
Mums giving ground cover to the rolling banks with
Narcissus poking out between them while the
Orange hues of asters are a delightful background for
Peonies some tall most very short nestle beneath
Quince flowers, still their tight buds vie with 
Roses stately and wafting perfume clouds around 
Snapdragons closing their petals over insects
Tansy's rarely seen now a days, here do thrive and 
Uniformly line the garden paths whilst timid
Violets of deep purple shyly peek out and the
White tulips dance amid the rest under hedges of
Xylosma giving height and deep shade for plants
Zinnia's with rings of colour exploding

04/24/2014 by Shadow Hamilton

contest What's in your garden placed 1st

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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I am a Red Rose

Regardless of the scene, I, determined to stand tall Wavering, bending slightly on breaths of breeze Allowing pertness to show flaunting to thrall My stem of strength tipped enlightening please Petals prom in blood red, they peak to bloom My curves of delight like silken sheets, splayed Undulations tremble as they beautifully plume Such an attraction so joyous in hungered display Let my scents lure, tickle those nature tongues Taste my nectar becoming entranced by I For every dawn allures my stem to sprung In stance I'm proud as wanting eyes espy I, the garden jewel, the prime delicate Rose Swelling whenever I'm warmed, boy see me grow . The beautiful Red Rose - meaning Passion & Love.

Copyright © James Fraser

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Cherry blossoms stargaze as spring air comes; East and west cross at Bells of Ireland: warm and calm; Welling slowly to cede: tender sage thoughts, Upon two hearts link, after hundreds of sought and fought. Cathedral posts accent with ribbons of violets. Congregate white orchids grin alongside the aisles, Roseband sings tunes: forget-me-not to highest. Wearing her lavender gown,Heather walks with smiles; Clasp in her hands,tulip bouquet, guests she stun Her Lilac in tuxedo waits: eyes locked tight in knot Gentleness bestow from heavens, ever won Their iris fuse glued; love radiating allot Matching band's inscription: embroidered golden rings Baby's breath, a grand wish soon very soon, will spring.
NOTE: All bold words are different flowers.. :) I always love flowers. I am always fascinated of their beauty and charm but more than these I am inspired by them: philosophically and emotionally as well ... :D (c) Olive Eloisa 11:45pm June 24, 2014 Sponsor Cyndi MacMillan Contest Name GARDEN PARTY: VERB-alized NOUN-sense with FLORAL ACCENTS placed 2nd place.. :) to God be the greatest glory :)

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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The A-Z of gardening - contest

A flower beginning with A is easy you see, an Aster I would sow
Bluebells of every colour and size in most gardens grow

Colourful  Cornflower and Coneflower fills the scene,
Dianthus and Daisy look bright and so clean.

English lavender whose perfume fills the air,
Foxglove of many hues love to see them there.

Gladioli grow tall, look great cos of their beauty,
Hostas loved by the slugs til pellets do their duty.

Iris, so elegant, in wet areas love to shine,
Jasmine, whose heady perfume is divine.

Kalanchoe is a pretty plant likes to live indoors,
Lilac means Spring is here, buy lilac soap in the store.

Marigolds and Mistflower have their place in most gardens we see,
Nasturtium, a pretty old flower, yet smells like cats wee.

Orchids so majestic shout, look at me, I'm the prettiest of all,
Poppies of all colours, lovely to see them wafting so tall.

Quitensis is a plant that loves dusty conditions,
Roses, love to bloom wherever it's positioned.

Spring-flowers so beautiful heralding winter is over,
Tubs of tulips  so elegant amongst the clovers.

Umbrella plant have leaves that look like a brolly,
Violets used to be made into posies and sold on a tray.

Wall flowers look good but the perfume's not the best,
Xeromena is a poor mans lily, to grow it, is a test.

Yarrow you will find in the spring,
Zinnia the last one, hope my list a smile will bring.

Penned. 3 July 2015


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A Garden With Wings


      A striped butterfly hovers on Chrysanthemum,
      With blooms providing the beloved sweet nectar;
The sweetness that butterflies want more than life itself.

      Bright dazzling orange bursts in a sunny garden,
      Calling to the flying jewels swirling and twirling;
It is said butterflies and flowers are meant for each other.


      In my little city garden I have planted flowers,
      And it is there that I find inspiration for poems; 
A place of contemplation where flying flowers soothe my soul.

      I work to create their wish list safe sanctuary,
     Of sunny open space and muddy water they love;
Shelter from the wind amongst asters, cornflowers and daisies.

      A flat garden stone for basking in the sunshine,
      The solitude creates feelings deep within my soul;
Images that float on wings in my mind and flutter into words.

      Surreal poetry that I release into the wind,
      That go drifting on beautiful butterfly wings.


May 6, 2015

Free Verse/ Ekphrasis

For the contest, Your Favorite Old Poem #3, sponsor, Shadow Hamilton 

Third Place 

Copyright © Broken Wings

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nothing    nothingtodo     today
so I am in my little     citygarden 
     sitting on the porch
                    in the shade    with my tea
   the garden full of rainbowgems   and greenery
old fat cat is stretched out   snoring
    and little cat is on my feet
purring      she just finished killing-
    a blue flower   it lay under her claw
the air is still    the wind chime is waiting
   and then a faint   tinkle      asoothingbreeze
in the distance the hum of traffic     so faint-
             it mingles with the silence 
a hummingbird zipped by   but did not stop
     to say hello       nothing     nothingtodo
but sit in the shade       watching my garden grow

August 11, 2015

Free Verse

For the contest, Don't Fight it .....Write it!  Sponsor,  John Lawless

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

Details | Etheree | |

October Flowers - Etheree

In October,
Full of dahlias,
And huge chrysanthemums,
And bright delightful asters.
Sweet, wonderful rainbow garden ~
I really love them in the rain,
Entangled with yesterdays faded gems.

September 20, 2015


Theme - Flowers in October, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Seventh Place

For the contest, For The Love Of October, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Broken Wings

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As Spring is Felt

Rainstorms, flung from earth's winter pelt
pelt seasons into change below.
Below the soil as spring is felt,
felt springs uncoil to sip the snow.

Copyright © Lycia Harding

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In the Middle of the Middle

In the middle of a field
Sits a garden with rows

In the middle of the middle row
There is a flower that grows

Now be it among a hundred thousand
Other flowers just like it

There is only room for one
In the middle of the middle to sit
And this one is it

In the middle of the middle of the garden
I rest quietly on one knee
Unraveling thoughts quite diligently 

Is this flower here through
A random sequence of events 
Unfurled like the sails of a ship
Or was it predestined by nature
That nothing could prevent
Your journey on life's little trip

Simple truths don't go far
I see you, so you are
There you sit in all your glory
Life is just to short a story

I rise to my feet and exit the field with the sun
Raw like the dirt is my pure emotion

Has the answer to the question
Of why we ride this ride we ride
Picked the inside of this little flower to hide?

Copyright © John Duvall

Details | Quatrain | |

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this flower bed,
is just for you.

Among the stone,
and in the mud,
a flower shone,
a beautiful bud.

It grew so tall,
proud and strong,
it learned all,
right and wrong.

Giving it water,
and warm sun,
your only daughter,
learned about fun.

Mommy come see,
look what I did,
now I can be,
a grownup kid.

This flower bed,
is just for you,
with roses, red,
and violets, blue.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

Details | Diamante | |

- - - The Flower

~ Garden Flowing, Thriving, Growing Lingering, Weeping, Withering Rose, Daisy, Coneflower, Larkspur Charming, Beguiling, Alluring Sorrowful, Beautiful Death ~ ____________________________ November 2, 2013 Diamante

Copyright © Broken Wings

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Flower Bud in the Garden

A young bud, I’m awakened by Bells of Ireland
and a magnificent Morning Glory,
Baby’s Breath and Freesia near my cheek.
Larkspur and Delphinium happily look on
as blissfully I sun myself throughout the morn
surrounded by an ever-present bright array of beauty!

Enchantingly time passes as I take notice of
Lavender’s allure and the grace of Queen of Lace;
the charm of Jonquille, Jasmine, and Gardenia.
Pansy, Tulip, Peony, and Petunia want to play,
swaying gleefully with Buttercup and fellow Gladiola.
Periwinkle seems to wink at me
as I sneak a peek at pretty Primrose in repose.
However, when sweet Violet I spy,
she always shrinks so shyly from my gaze.

I’m cheered by Chrysanthemum and yellow Daffodil.
Marigold and Sunflower never fail to make me smile;
Magnolia and Myrtle nod hello to me
and Forget-me-not reminds me she is there!
Through the whole sweet afternoon,
fair Lilac’s scent permeates the air.

Soon enough Sun bids us all Adieu.
I then see white against the fading light -
Iris, Lily, Narcissus, Limonium and Rose.
Inhaling Orchid’s heady fragrance through the night,
I slumber in tranquility, wondering in dreams. . . 
what flower I’ll be blossoming into!

For SandyIvy's  "My own little Garden" Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

Details | Concrete | |

Garden Of Flowers

 Garden Of Flowers

Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn violet?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you set like the summer sun?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn pink?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you shower like the spring rain?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn yellow?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you fall like the autumn leaves?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn purple?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you freeze over with the winter breeze?

As the roses looked up
As the roses looked down
As the roses looked right 
As the roses looked left

They spoke with a gentle tongue, like a thousand whisper “As the seasons turn, so shall we. We’ll move with the wind, and stop with the thin air. Well be heated by the summer sun and frozen with the winter breeze”. 
So, said the roses from the garden of flowers.

Copyright © Marcedies Rhodes

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The Bee and the Butterfly

(A Fable in a Poetry Form)

Once there was a lively bee
Flying on the lake so free
He stop on a certain flower
That seems to grow each and every hour

He went near and nearer to it
Smeeling every petals so sweet
He turned to it 'round and around
And oh! Then found butterfly on the ground

It lies there as if no life
Under the heat of the sunlight
He flies to it 'round and around
And what's this? the butterfly make no sound.

The bee wondered what to do
He think everything he could do
He tried to wake the butterfly
At last it moved slowly and  tried to fly

"I can't fly"said the butterfly
"My wings are so tired and weak."
"I could help you fly" said the bee to butterfly
"And help you a place and comfort to seek."

But the bee is to small to fly
He couln't carry the butterfly
At last he think a good idea
That'll help them both went above to fly 

The bee flew and went to his place
And called every companions at pace
He came back with the other bees
Carried the sleeping butterfly at peace

When the butterfly was awake
She remembered every moments in lake
She called out for a feast
Invited each and every bees as a guest

Then the lake went colorful
All the flowers bloom from gloom
Then the bees are full of laughter
They and the butterfly unite forever.

Moral Lesson: It doesn't matter what you are and who you are and what's the difference between you and the other person. As long as you help one another, you will live happily forever after.

Copyright © Angelo Faunillo

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Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles

Details | Imagism | |


Beautiful flowers so vibrant and alive. I smell your blossoms all day and night. May your rosebud be an image of the mind while I walk through the garden tonight. You are nature’s wonderful prize. Beautiful flowers open your mind to the photosynthesis as the sunrises. You surely will flourish into a spectacular landscape where your flower garden caresses and comforts. Might you shout via your colors as I paint upon the canvas? I will sit children amongst the tulips and daffodils so that your splendor will escape into the creative imagination. Beautiful flowers do you feel the breeze. You are radiant radiance and brilliance seen. I have watched you in your growth. As nature’s wonderful prize, you are significant. Heaven’s sun showers your stem. In just a short while, I will see you bloom. _____________________________________|
Penned on October 25, 2014 @ 1:09 a.m. EST!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

Details | Free verse | |

In My Little Garden

You'll probably find me in my little garden
With my big floppy straw hat upon my head,
And dirt on my hands digging in rich black soil.
I'm always fiddling with my garden beds,
Planting ground cover between the plants,
Blue little petals with heart-shaped leaves.
Some bloom early and some bloom late,
But the anticipation is worth the wait.

A gentle breeze like butterfly wings
Lifts sweet aromas from my blooms.
Honeysuckles, alyssums and gardenias,
Flowers of reddish pink, purple and white,
Stretch and yawn towards the sun.
A true show that spoils the eyes and heart.

Please come and sit a spell and we can chat,
And enjoy my little garden of zen.
Ice tea or peach schnapps, if you wish.

For Sandy's Ivy's contest, 'My Own Little Garden'

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve

Details | Sestina | |

Nature Music

Land, sky and sea, sing their songs. Land sings of rich soil, for growing seeds; as the silvery sea, sounds its gurgling waters. It sings a medley to the blue And cloud-puffed sky. I lend my ears to that cloud-puffed sky; listening to its songs. At first, it makes me feel blue, but joy quickly fills my heart-seed; fed by spiritual rain-waters; that ride the winds from the heavenly seas. The wondrous, singing sea, sings back to sky and I enjoy the waters; singing those sweet songs, to the seeds in the soil and to seeds like me, who get the blues. As the sky of blue, sings to the seas and my seeds; they stretch leaves to sky and its wonderful song intermingles, with that of the waters. All seeds need water, to relieve their thirst-blues. I hum along with the songs, that ride my souls seas as they crescendo with heavenly sky’s; to quench the thirst, of all Gods seeds. I am a proud seed; I drink spirit’s waters; am nourished by Heaven’s sky, of sacred blue and silvery seas. I am grateful for those songs. I listen to the songs, that nourish all of God’s seeds. I thank the Earth and seas for their generous, cleansing waters. No longer do I feel blue and like my plants; I am also grateful to the Heavenly sky.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser