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six weeks of silence~
then my stalk erupts
like a green exclamation,
thirsty for light.
I split myself open,
offer crimson tongues
to the indifferent window.
Each petal: a dare.
you count my blooms
as if numbers matter.
I measure time
in slow,
uncurling victories.
An acquaintance left my son a gift
In a bag outside his door,
An amaryllis plant in wax
I’ve never seen before.
Instructions say to let it sit
In a well-lit room, but not
In sun that is direct; perhaps
It might get much too hot.
It needs no water, for the bulbs
Have nutrients within,
Plus all the moisture to ensure
That growth will soon begin.
In four to five weeks, stems will form,
Then one month later, buds,
Which will produce some lovely blooms
(Unless you’re stuck with duds).
A perfect gift for those of us
Whose thumbs are far from green.
With zero effort, you can add
Some beauty to your scene.
I got an amaryllis bulb,
Which was a lovely gift.
I knew that when it flowered,
It would give my heart a lift.
For weeks, the stalk was growing,
Then some buds came into view.
Now there’s one amazing flower;
Soon, it seems, there will be two.
When I looked for information
About amaryllis care,
I discovered they can bloom each year
And it’s not even rare
For an amaryllis bulb to last
For 40 years, but still,
I don’t plan (as per my husband)
To include it in our will.
Red Lion Amaryllis
lips unfurled.
Pale Paperwhite
blooms of Beauty.
Boxed floral kisses.
Sold at Kroger's
Actually two of them
Were bought
Though quickly one of them died
In a clearance shelf
At Target
to raise one never tried
The remaining bulb
for five or six years
In varying stages of life
Almost succeeding
In doing it in
by horticulture most blithe
On the porch last summer it
put on two leaves
that were propped up lest they break
In the fall
In a makeshift Greenhouse
to see how much more it could take
Was not prepared for the
hidden surprise
All its deprivation had wrought
Two blossoms
The size of dessert plates
bold red,my breath it caught.
Never give up
Never say die
however feebly continue to try
The fruits of
Your labors may supersede
What your expectations belie.
Amaryllis a tall slender stem,
reminds me of a model,
topped with a beautiful face.
A symbol of strength and
determination.
Began from a tiny bulb,
humble beginnings.
With tender loving care
grows into a beauty inside
and out.
Godmother fashioned the most gorgeous crown for Amaryllis’ head.
Bronze, blush, butterscotch, eggshell, mango with hints of red.
Her friend said, “blush, mauve, opal, peach, sand, and seashell.”
Amaryllis Elf noted then that these colors were represented as well.
She had never noticed the plethora of colors amaryllis could hold.
Although the fruity exotic fragrance of this plant could never get old.
Amaryllis dove into the flowers and giggled with her favorite elf king.
The next day the violets, cone flowers and lilies gave out a big sing.
And Amaryllis ended up wearing a new diamond ring.
dilating at night
delivering by sunrise-
pink amaryllis
January 25, 2021
Premiere Contest: A Moment In Nature
Sponsor: Tana Kitchin
Planted too late in the season
they missed the beauty of the Christmas rush
when evergreens, mistletoe and hollies blushed
but now, with a little soil, water, warm sun hookup
the amaryllis stretches high and up,
tall and gangly, lank and lean
but on sturdy thick shoots, light green
they grow
with a two-foot-high chapeau
and the buds open slow and precise
eluting an aromatic spice
beauty, grace and petals galore
trumpeters shadow the sunroom floor
and with a scent of sweetened flavors
bloom the amaryllis' lovingly savored.
O BELLADONNA AMARYLLIS!
Lovely petals in bloom
A bride and a groom
A honeysuckle room
a tiny seed
Gathering the sheaves
Greenback leaves
For her folded sleeves
a watered seed
Rosewater wife
Healthy strife
A perfect life
a split pea
A former bach*
Time tick tock
Pregnant frock
naked ladies breathe
~ 6/29/2017 ~
Rhyme Form
Belladonna Amaryllis -
also known as Naked Ladies
Bach - bachelor - pronounced “batch”
Amaryllis boasts,
Declaring her love,
Conquests flaunted,
Prideful and beauty,
Tower above,
Look at me?
Deceivingly she calls,
Toxic and poisonous,
Voluptuous flower,
Her femme-fatale,
Expensive perfumes,
Seducing oils
Relaxing massages,
Into her blossom,
Splendour with elegance,
Her victims
Die!
Hippeastrum is my proper Latin name
I am so spectacular I simply put others to shame
From a large bulb my green shoots will grow
I dwarf the other plants I love to be on show
With my elevated position I look down on other plants
They are tiny in comparison and look like little ants
When my tip emerges it contains my superior flower head
My blooms can live for three weeks yet other flowers are dead
I am the king of flowers I can produce three flower stem
My trumpets are enormous, people stand and gaze at them
I have no scent for you to smell when I am flowering
The intensity of my blooms would make it overpowering
Once I've finished blooming I deserve a two-month rest
Then I will re-flower for you and show the world I am the best!
05~04~15
My chosen flower - Amaryllis meaning pride
Contest:- Picture yourself as a flower – Andrea Dietrich
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Amaryllis stood
Erect like a straight soldier
Red feminine bloom
Despite my ravishing hunger
I am ever so full
The barrage of rolling thunder
Joins the moaning of the ghoul
The sun is blocked by clouds
The fog obscures my sight
While my soul is filled with doubts
I refuse to see the light
But the sun peeks through and shines
Despite the tyrant storm
My amaryllis flower
Of my soul has just been born
Chapter Seventeen: back to the “amaryllis two”
Chapter Seventeen: back to the “amaryllis two”
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