Ghairo Daniels Poet Other

Honeysuckle

A woman in next room dressed
velvet with diamanté 
shimmering blackness waiting 
sacral cringing white longing 
wrinkled lips painted crimson
     mozart plays in distance soft
     his curls skipping covered piano  oiy-oiy 
she is to leave her kitchen ______oooahah
EXPANDING elsewhere  oiy-oiy 
                      f o r e v e r    honeysuckle 

                           f o r e v e r 
the angelic anchoring Earth 
 
her kitchen smelled of          g.   a.   R.   lick
distances were to his beck  
                                              Garfield comics      opened giggles 
lipstick was one common gift
white longing embroidered neat
     embellished black satin    s h o e s  high hills    
                                                clickclick  
fabric markets her tight delight 
                                a woman waiting to go

f o r e v e r

       honeysuckle ()()()()
                                   f o r e v e r   hmmhmm forever honeysuckle, sweet anchoring
starlings tweeted reception upstairs was ready
                                                              steady
Sunday afternoon outings      sherry sip-sip
           GOne        Romany Creams nibble-nibble
                              at blue boat harbour quibble 
GOne GOne
coffee flasks now dusty dry       grittygritgrit
even armchair smelled cancer racid 
honeysuckle bush peeped sorrow    drip-drip 
pale yellow nectar   ^^_^^        bees buzz buzz
             yet she wanted to wear rings   OOO
with pearl hairnet on bald head ______sigh-high

f o r e v e r

                      f o r e v e r ()()()() delicate the smell calling us into kitchen 

                    forever honeysuckle 

he massaged her bald head’s pain
oil fell soft onto rubied fingers  DRUG  s w o l l en 
she grimaced into bushes
as disease danced last tango
          asked for black coffee honeysuckled 
her last day was a Sunday 

                                        forever   

f o r e v e r ()()()()

                      f o r e v e r _________> > >


we planted HONEYSUCKLE  at loamy graveside 
                   IRIS  was her name
             they grew together alongside 
       one another
                           sweet starlings tweet
                       tweet

           
                          ~~~~~~~~~

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Abdullah Alhemaidy February 3, 2026 at 5:57 PM Hello Ghairo :-) Sweet starlings happily tweet tweet because of the lovely honeysuckle flowers. Have a nice day sweet lovely poetess! Ghairo Daniels February 3, 2026 at 10:20 PM ThkU for popping your Tiger Head here at the Honeysuckle, Dear AA. I appreciate your read & comment. Sending Cape Starlings to Saudi. ~ hugs.

Paige Hind January 29, 2026 at 5:41 PM This is so warming to the heart. Even the language you used, just one big wow....artistic, "iris dreaming in honeysuckle" put to rest there.... wow <3

Victor Buhagiar January 28, 2026 at 9:12 AM Sad ending. But honeysuckle flowers smell exquisite. I have one in my small garden. Great format. Ghairo Daniels January 28, 2026 at 9:36 AM You have honeysuckle?! That’s awesome. My favourite, but hard to grow in beginning. I thought the ending was happy. Opening up format is sometimes good. Perhaps try it. Sending light.

Quoth Theraven January 27, 2026 at 11:13 PM Hello Ghairo, Honeysuckle forever.., wait by the water for the hoot owl spirit and dreamy river soul. You've taken up wi' Mozart's muse methinks. All the best for you. -R Ghairo Daniels January 28, 2026 at 9:27 AM ThkU for visit, Quoth. No need to wait - methinks I have owl spirit & Mozart’s muse within ? Or perhaps it’s a shred of arrogance. X.