Best Jacarandas Poems

White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas stun;
orange...

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Melissa Lont

1825 - 1911

How does one as low and humble as I
Sum up my life of 86 years
In a mere poem as brief and short-lived
As...

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Each year in May, as Jacarandas bloom,
A  carpet of sky is strewn across the grass.
Mother Nature  wears her  delft costume,
With  a...

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City of Trees 

1
Johannesburg, home to ten million trees,
It’s the world’s largest urban arboretum.
Streets in summer lie beneath green canopies.

2
From sidewalks their branches meet with...

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Seeing the spring flowers
with colors so intense and alive,
makes me praise their Creator even more;
amazed and breathless,
unable to find any imperfection
in all that lies under...

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You were not present.
Far from the pallid sky- 
in the graveyard, 
the marbled tears 
had become the eyes.

The meanness of the grill.
It will not fix...

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The lithe traipse of night wind
tingles in my ear with faint secrets
chiming through jacarandas
and June's lavender-strewn grass.
I stand before the fatal moon,
his ivory blood trail...

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I Remember You

Yes, I remember you,
the dark-skinned girl,
dressed in tight corduroy, 
unzipped on the floor there.
You were my lover that night in 1970; 
We were...

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She dreamt in smoky salmon clouds of dawn,
forsaking violets of bitter truth,
that he had stayed and not to heaven gone
still in the cherry blossom of...

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Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
ejecting...

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I once read a poem. It’s style was different than mine.  Then I thought.  Won’t it be nice to write about jacarandas &...

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Last Night

Look up there.
Do you see the seven sisters?
The night is unusually warm.
I hear speeding cars going down Broadway.
The freight train is screeching across Canobie.
Purple-blooming...

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Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
ejecting...

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Cellphone monologue

I’ve been driving, you know the road is no highway,
how taxing, skirting potholes, cajoling the new jalopy
will be there for a candle lit supper,...

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In the valley of blasts
a row of jacarandas
tall, sweet smelling,

shed blue petals endlessly.
A colossus spread
on wounds of earth.

A small girl with pellets
in her belly
was searching...

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