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Details | Villanelle |

MY GARDEN

My garden is such a colourful sight,
with pretty roses and scented sweet peas.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

Beautiful butterflies gently alight
on flowers dancing on the summer breeze.
My garden is such a colourful sight

Sweet night scented stocks abloom at midnight
their aroma is always sure to please.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

Carnations in purple, scarlet and white
are visited by busy bumble bees.
My garden is such a colourful sight

A haven for birds I watch them in flight
they alight on peach blossom from the trees.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

Pretty pansies smile in clay pots so bright
I love beautiful flowers such as these.
My garden is such a colourful sight
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

190 syllables, 10 syllables per line checked with how many syllables


Contest Villanelle me flowers Sponsored by Broken Wings
06~13~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


Details | Sijo |

Night-Blooming Jasmine

Night-Blooming Jasmine
expert seducer with soft silky lips, silver blue moon sweetly kisses a slumbering beauty awakening desire; greeting her lover, Night-Blooming Jasmine unfolds perfumed petals

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

ROSES ARE RED - COLLABORATION WITH RALPH SERGI

ROSES ARE RED The flower’s crimson cerise hue creates the petal’s grand debut of love and memories to recall my florid sanguine gift of all VIOLETS ARE BLUE Azalea breath with foxglove tones embellish with an azure clone herbaceous with a petal white where insects set and birds alight SUGAR IS SWEET Bright butterflies on zephyr breeze sip nectar from Sakura trees I watch them dance from break of dawn on flowers where their wings adorn AND SO ARE YOU You sent me a bouquet of love drifting down from heaven above Candy kisses sweet as fructose on bended knee you now propose 06-22-17 Collaboration Jan Allison and Ralph Sergi

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017


Details | Free verse |

TO THE FLOWER

TO THE FLOWER Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight; amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love. Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guilt Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes; when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn. A seed of hope was born to white petals blush. Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...? Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves; inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments; It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat. among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below; So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles; it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose. The unfolding mystery of your petals brought my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection. Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine; Ambitions which from afar are building sprout; t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt. Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent. A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes; someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note. If by magic, a butterfly I could become; Let it be over my being slowly span. Then with you (though the specters in our midst are fierce), I could jet fly though miseries without fear. But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish for only covenants call for my journey still? I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness; (Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.) I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay. Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom, save something special for others to experience you. This fleeting apparition I so adored; promised me burgeoning petals. "Be not afraid as seasons change, beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm be done with all intentions to your sacred charm. As today, I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care, for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground. Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear. If I return someday-- will your sublime scent still be here?" __________________________________________________________ Your Best Poem - Poetry Contest Sponsor Shadow Hamilton ~~3rd place~~ Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun - Poetry Contest Sponsor Debbie Guzzi ~~2nd Place~~ POEM OF THE DAY: October 21, 2015 Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting: -----http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/1d/c4/37/1dc437f88c0cfb2fbcc9333bd35bb8c3.jpg ©Olive Eloisa Guillermo October 20, 2014, 10:19 pm

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The Flower -part one-

“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, 
WAITING, 
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 claim 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 astray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


03-06-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Monorhyme |

Shadow to Shadow

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 crops die 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,
but dirges of the wronged soon fade
as 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
these rancid seeds 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 | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum |

White Carnations and Red Roses

Sweet fragrance of moist dew seeks to transpose
white carnations, baby's-breath,  red roses.
Heartwarming blooms called upon to compose
striking overture, fond bridal poses.


White carnations, baby's-breath, red roses,
their fervor takes the breath away with grace.
Striking overture, fond bridal poses,
romance of harmony at glance embrace.


Their fervor takes the breath away with grace,
with deep yearning invoked by nature's thieves,
romance of harmony at glance embrace.
Wisp air weaving like silk through trembling leaves.


With deep yearning invoked by nature's thieves,
heartwarming blooms called upon to compose.
Wisp air weaving like silk through trembling leaves
sweet fragrance of moist dew seeks to transpose.

10/3/2017

Roses and Carnations Contest
Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

A Candid Rainscape


I watch the water trickle down my blank canvas,
The whole world is crying today...
Nature has water-washed the Earth green, 
The land looks fresh, as if awakened by a magic touch,
I trace the cold mist with my fingertips,
as the dark clouds are drawn towards the half bright sun...
Raindrops jump and splash in brand new muddy puddles.
Lilies look lovelier and jasmines jive joyfully,
Daisies wear dewy dimples,
even as the merry marigolds seem to melt...
And on that faraway mountain, in a summer cottage,
those roses blush redder when the rain kisses them.
My eyes glisten and my lips spread in a smile,
while I brush away those few drops left 
to complete my candid dreamscape... 


06/29/17

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |

The Fall of The Winter King

The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.

A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.

Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.

The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.

Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.

Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.

The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.

As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King. 


John G. Lawless
1/11/2015

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

In the Harem of the Flower Kisser

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 Evening Primrose waving in the dusk’s last breeze. . . the proper lover the Flower Kisser leaves his harem sated as white Moonflower glows *The capitalized names for flowers represent some of the most popular flowers visited by hummingbirds.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Little flower


 You look so lonely
    Sitting out there in the green
       A beauty to see

Copyright © didi oguejiofor | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet |

My Favorite Flower---Dandelion

Glads and the lilies that grow very tall
Petunia and pansies...I do love them all

My favorites, however, are not really owned
Not found in the garden, but growing alone

Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please

Not planned, unintended, still they remain
Untouched by the hoe and watered by rain

Favorites of mine, I picked as a child
These flowers ignored, were born to be wild

________________________________________________________
For "Favorite Flower" contest: Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku |

SNOWDROPS HAIKU

sun shines through the clouds peeping through the thawing soil one single snowdrop Contest judged on 13th May - received N/A Submitted to second chance 2 sponsored by Eve Roper Traditional haiku 5/7/5 28th April 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Seduction In Spring - A Haiku Garland

Cherry Blossoms Bloom Resplendently dressed in Pink Seducing the Spring Glory unfolding They release their sweet fragrance Pirouette and twirl Music from the breeze With limbs so graceful swaying Blushing and bowing Time of renewal A fleeting symbol of life In two weeks farewell Ethereal Muse Celebration of nature Next spring awaits you
Author's Note: I hope that in this set of Haiku, I've managed to convey the traditional importance of the Cherry Blossom Season in Japan. Cherry blossoms are the symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal and the fleeting nature of life. Their life span is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall. I liken these flowers to the beautiful Heavenly elusive Muses, the daughters of Zeus. The awesomeness of the natural beauty of Japan is continued in the my poem and arrangement - 'A Rose by any other name ---'

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Bluebell Woods

Where hazel bushes mix with sturdy oaks
and beech trees densely grow in shades of green
the fairy flowers come in early spring
attired in clothes of violet-blue sheen.
The swathes of bluebells, like a sheet unrolled
before our eyes, breathtaking to behold! 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
This stanza is a Sexain or Sestet.
Contest: One Stanza
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th

© 14th July 2016

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Seasons of Life and Death

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

Copyright © Sam Beloved | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Soaring Hawk - A Haiku Series

Soaring Hawk poised high Back drop a deep sapphire sky Winds in attendance Mighty wings unfold Caressing the Wind Spirits They lift and support Circling Hawk perceives Rainbow circle on a cloud Framed is his shadow On oceans of blue Snow hills of clouds seem to float On silvered ripples Waves swell as they curl White manes gracefully flow Rolling to the shore Higher still soars Hawk Wind Spirits on either side Carry him upwards Land and mountains meld Lofty mountains crown the land Great aspirations Hawk gracefully glides Towards the shore he observes His island in bloom Festooned in colour Hibiscus - Red, Gold and Pink In leafy bouquets Flowers - Pale yellow Their sweet perfume exuding Riding on the Winds Romance in the air Couples hold hands and frolic An Island in love Hawaiian Hawk proud Sees everything - land and sea Paradise Island Wind voices whisper Of Rebirth, Growth and Culture Hawaii has heard
Footnote: We recently visited Hawaii, one of our favorite holiday destinations, once again we were carried away with the ambience and peacefulness of this Island Paradise. In collaboration with my Husband Ron, our inspiration came while viewing the breath taking panorama from the 16th floor of the Hilton Hawaiian Village Waikiki Beach Resort. The Waikiki beach, the beautiful gardens and the mountains all formed the picture. But we needed a story and the Spirit legends supplied the theme. All this got put together on the aircraft on our way back home to Australia. We have tried to capture and share some of the essence which is the Spirit of this beautiful island, its rebirth of culture that’s embroidered in the legends of a traditional Hula dance. The Red Hibiscus (koki'o'ula) is the flower of the big island, while the Gold flower mentioned - The vibrant, sunshine-hued Yellow Hibiscus (ma'o hau hele) is Hawaii's official National flower. In Hawaiian culture, Hibiscus is a symbol of old royalty & communicates power and respect. The Hawk Kaha Ka ‘lo - the highest Chiefs where often called ‘lo – ‘Hawk with eyes that can see everywhere’ Ku Mahani ‘Rising Wind’ has a position of power grace and motion. Ka Leo O Haukine ‘The voice of the Wind’, is so named. The two Winds according to the legend, are the voices of ancestors who listen and speak through the winds. Together they are the Spirits that uplift the mighty ‘Lo – The Hawaiian hawk. Some of the imagery described is seen from the aircraft as it would be seen through the eyes of the Hawaiian Hawk. The circular rainbow, for those who have not been fortunate to have witnessed this rare phenomenon, it actually does exist. POTD 14th April 2017

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rengay |

Eclectic Wonders in Seasonal Flowers --- A Collab

Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
 
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
 
Pretty just like yesterday
red-hot pokers
 
Playing fireworks 
on lovers' palates 
scintillating senses
 
The shared spaghetti noodle
growing shorter
 
Sunlight fading
into a sweet dream
aromatic  Osmanthus
 
'tween the slits of enclosed fingers
flashes of a firefly
 
Smolders of passion
unfolding within
Chrysanthemum  mysteries
 
Instead of the bee
her tender touch
 
Frozen fixture
all the yellow once in the field
now in the moon
 
Aesthetic display
of a crystallized Rose quartz
 
The snowy hills
at this time a strange warmth
morning blush
 
Purplish Crocuses
pop their cheerful heads up kisses blown
 
Thinking himself
to be King Arthur
startled butterflies
 
Surprised Tulips
opening lips with an exclamation
 
August heat!
there goes the evidence
of the snail
 
Spiraling down a Corkscrew vine
into a time portal



P.S. Haven't been on lately ... hope all is well with everyone :)

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tetractys |

PRETTY PANSIES

Seeds Planted Then nurtured See how they’ve grown Into pretty pansies for my garden How I love to see their smiling faces In lovely shades Of purple Pink and Red They Brighten My borders Bringing colour Especially on wet dreary dull days Triple Tetractys 2 Contest sponsored by Eve Roper Checked with how many syllables 07~15~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Flowers Emerge

            Flowers Emerge

Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature 
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip    
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them    
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield.  Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace  
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last 
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life
 

11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

- Ice Flower -


The first frost morning
A dormant barren landscape
Season of the blue gray light
This endless winter
cold and proud


Crystal air in harmony of sublime beauty
Beads of ice shimmer
A flower in passionate sorrow
glossy of winter's breath
In November













13.11.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Poem Of The Day; 14.11.2017

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

A Loving Kiss


In a silent beckoning From the hearts loving call Where a simple day of beauty falls A white rose opens So pure so free And wings of love In you In me Take flight beyond To drift so free Each delicate petal Of silken love In wind blown dream Rise above Where painted gardens In rainbow mist Flouish beneath A loving kiss

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sestina |

Natures Forest

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

* http://duffieldartgallery.co.uk/gallery/home/james-preston/?oo=41627715
                                                                                            a link to the painting.


17/02/2013
Form Tritinia

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |

I AM A WATER LILY

I AM A WATER LILY When blue skies kiss whisper and queer ripples quiver... I drink on sun rays and bathe from falling rain, I stand there afloat: graceful and reserve. From pink petals shimmer, I flush also a moonlit snow, honeyed aroma I puff and puff chasing wind curves thrilling some senses, awakening some nerves! Upon gush and waves of bursting rainbow colors, I lay atop, my rhizomes rise, they waft.... Around my roots are croaking frogs and slimy eels, they thrive for I supply their daily meals. Day by day in my life, I live to be pure, my heart beckons heaven yet my roots down here... Even if currents trample me and storms blow me, upon seas and oceans, I trip like a sailing ship but upon force, upon wonders I shall abide giving my everything-- my best white shots! _____________________________________________________ Note: Rhizomes - a horizontal plant stem with shoots above and roots below serving as a reproductive structure ~~WATER LILY ---purity of heart ~~ Sponsor Andrea Dietrich Contest Name Picture Yourself as a Flower! Placed 5th... O.E. GUILLERMO 10:29 am, May 05, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

The Purple Flower

touched by dawn's first rays
one yellow-eyed spring beauty
cries for happiness

For Carolyn Devonshire's Crying Flower contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

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 Rhyme/Mother's Garden Copyright Protected, ID 580302 Mid August Standard Contest Brian Strand Third Place ___________________________ Any Poem Under 15 Lines A Poet Destroyer First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quintain (English) |

NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST - FIVE LINES

NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST Crystal nymphs frolic at day-spring Unto puffs, upon hush of blossom breast sliding and gliding like dangling strings Chilling the fever of midday protest soft-sweet rest as all sleeps at their nest ___________________________________________________ Sponsor Sara Kendrick Contest Name Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile ++Placed 1st++ O.E. Guillermo 9:20 pm, June 22, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Stargazer

Amidst greenery Such beauty abounds in bloom Reaching to the sky This Oriental Lily Shows gorgeous colouration . The Stargazer lily was created in 1974 by Leslie Woodriff, a lily breeder in California. Woodriff called the new cross 'Stargazer', because the blooms faced towards the sky.

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ekphrasis |

Elaelana

Elaelana- A Nymph In the Forest
Inspired by Charles Amable Lenoir's painting, "A Nymph In the Forest"

Pronunciation: 
Elaelana; Eh-lee-LAY-nuh, 
Naphesai; Nah-feh-SIGH, 
Mylesia; My-lee-SEE-uh

Elaelana, forest goddess, kneels beside the water lilies
Picking dainty, gem-like flowers to adorn her crown of hair;
Borrowed gems from Naphesai, her lovely sister of the daisies,
Flow'rs that thrive in shady woodlands, by the streamlet floating there.
 
Dressed for nymphean starlit dances in a dress of flowing creamrose;
Flawless slender arms upraised to rearrange the sable strands
Trailing from her Grecian features, pearly white against the gleamrose
Of silent lips, a little pressed, like rosebuds' tightknit ruby bands.

Ready now, so tall and stately, shadowlike drifts thro' the forest,
Joined at length by Mylesia, and her sister, Naphesai:
Elaelana, Mylesia, Naphesai, the sweetest, fairest
Threesome ever seen or heard that sang the nymphish lullabies. 

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015