Best Hydrangeas Poems

“The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind” Kahlil Gibran.  

I remember being lost, 
    like the honey-gold rays  
of an...

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mop head hydrangeas 
clumps of glorious splendor
soaking up the sun....

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blue hydrangeas bloom
for your dearest soul above
free to soar once more


written 9th July 2022
  
~ dearest Deborah ~ now free from Alzheimer's your soul can sour above ~                ...

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Two poetic mobiles ~ happy or sad, take your pick 

Weeping hydrangeas spill
sapphire tears falling,
drenching grey scale gardens
suspended, free flowing
a mobile of distractions
on tiny threads scattered
above clouded daydreams
Worded floating silent streams,
spinning slowly, creating phrases
on whirlwind petals,
browned edges frame
whispered wonderings
sans answers
‘pon somber breezes
of yesterday’s questions

or

A cappella...

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I am
your lilac moon,
cocooned in cashmere wool
of clouds that carol in chorus,
love-sewn

Searching
for life beyond
hieroglyphic fangs
of hoaxed hydrangeas, exiled in
grey moors;

Today,
jasmine stars taste
bittersweet and each tan
twilight reminds me of your scent, 
deadly

And no
inked dots align
in intuitions from
constellations of confusion,
again;

So, drink
saturated
misunderstandings as
mist from blood-stained petals like plush
smoked...

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The garden you planted is regrowing,
Just like you said it would—
But the desolate husks of last summer’s foliage 
Still stand stark;
Everlasting monuments
Of what once was.

Yet time marches on,
And amongst untouched relics of a time long gone,
Milkweed and hydrangeas
Once again revere—
Flourish
In the warm light of life....

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In a garden of shadows and lights, where thoughts bloom like hydrangeas under the moonlight,
Should I trust in feelings that dance like the wind among the leaves of unfulfilled dreams,
Or in the mind that whispers echoes of memories still burning like a smoldering fire under...

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Hydrangeas are not orange in my world but they sure are here.
And their aroma is heavenly, said my new friend Fabbish mcDear.
She was an old-fashioned girl with a prim and proper way.
I was glad to get to know her on this planet, on this day....

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