Nancy Jones Poet Ode

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Ode To Brugmansia In the Heat of Summer 2011

A glimpse out the window morphs into a gaze
Brugmansia, your mystical delicate beauty clears
Air conditioned stupor. There you sway
Gracefully grasping toward thirst-quenched solidity.  
Firmly rooted one strand beyond limp susceptibility
Leaves randomly ragged from young rodents' teething
Swelteringly bearing the dark side of nature
Fresh blossoms emanate dignity's essence
Despite gloomy doomsday predictions
Angel trumpeting goodness and peace.

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Don Johnson August 12, 2011 at 8:27 PM Brugmansia comes out to play, and johnson was here earlier today, but the soup kept him back, till he slipped in a ferret, the result was something, i have no where to wearit, today:(

S.Jagathsimhan Nair August 12, 2011 at 7:41 AM Looks like it is so hot out there..this poem is but very cool, Nancy...you saw collision more than collusion in " love poem"..you were right, but partly..in the latter part ,that is, .. jag

Goode Guy August 11, 2011 at 11:33 PM nancy, i saw one of these trees once, and had to stop a take a picture, now i know the name of it. thanks. ;-)

Doris Culverhouse August 11, 2011 at 6:52 PM Hi Nancy....hope you are having a great evening. I feel like I have accomplished something today. Pulled weeds and planted flowers.