Best Moonflowers Poems
To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune
to your illusive m a n t r a s,
recited in roseate refrains.
I’ve learned to see
the vermilion
f l o a t i n g
between venomous
pigments of
psychedelic sunsets
For life is a whirlpool
of uncertainties
slithering through
l o o p h o l e s of adversities
We waltz through
h i g h s and l o w s
while masked foes
orchestrate a
a circus embellished
in emerald s p r i n g s
Yet, I f o r g i v e
your i g n o r a n t skies,
unable to grasp
the vision of loyalty
You’ve long been
preaching in
verses of lyrical lies,
soaring above
catastrophic canopies~
draped with my
sentimental s i g h s
this conscience remains
constantly crippled
by the ecstasy of
poisonous promises~
served from
diamond chalices
once upon
a blood m o o n
There’s still
a pearlescent
shore for faithless
footprints in the
island of h e a l i n g
in the marine bed
of softness
that f l o w s
beneath seething seas,
there I’ll sculpt a
lagoon of
p r a y e r s across
fire corals that
f l i c k e r
in tints of
lethal lime green
As I allow aquatic
pearl ruffles to ripple
through weary waves,
they become the
sacred v e s s e l
that unveils
hyacinth stars,
when your heart is
as dark as the
eclipsed moonflowers
Tonight, I’ll rewrite
the poems I’ve woven
from golden arrows
that assassinated
the alliterative tranquility
in sinister silence
within my inner psyche
In the journey of revival
I’ve mastered the art
of wearing pain
like a crown of
thistles and thorns
I’ll forgive you
amidst unspoken apologies,
and e r a s e the
a c h i n g colors
within greying rainbows,
behind your
soulless eyes.
For, I can feel the
insecurities r u s h i n g
through those veins~
longing for an empathetic
empire that
serves you
k i n d n e s s
So take these metaphors,
make them yours,
ink them across
your s u n l e s s canvas,
and r i s e beyond the
demons that lurk
as shadows within
your a r t l e s s heart.
May the light of twilight,
correct your insincere intentions.
Too many cold nights
would follow these hours
FIrst frost will destroy
the blooming moonflowers
Because,WInter goes and WInter comes
Snowflakes melt our paper hearts
I want to preserve moments
before they' ll be the past
I just want to hold you
and make each second last
I want to taste your sweet words
breathing velvets on my lips
I want to feel your kisses
treading softly on my hips
I need to hear your lyrics
whispered in my ear
I want to let my hair down
cascading on your tear
I want to beg for your love
Be fondled by your touch
Want you to give me butterflies
Tickle and make me blush
I don' t want to make memories
But you won't be here
One day I'd call your name
pretending you're still there
Too many cold nights
would follow these hours
FIrst frost will destroy
the blooming moonflowers
Because,WInter goes and WInter comes
Snowflakes melt our paper hearts
Wet rain will cover palm prints
in the forgotten sand
New fingers trace your laugh lines
where I no longer stand
Stars wouldn't recall our waltz dance
and places that we've been
They won't remember falling
in once upon a dream
Moonlight
Embracing close climbing Rose
A silver suitor to propose
Marriage in the moonlight.
Rose now wears his sparkling ring
Gazing, enchanted, beautiful bling –
Diamonds of moonbeams.
Stars of night – groomsmen ascendants
Primrose, Jasmine – attendants
Bouquets of moonflowers.
Invitations, the first dance,
Cake of moonpies, per chance,
Auntie Luna’s moonshine?
Evening wedding seems the plan –
Garden nuptials close at hand –
Vows caressed by moonglow.
December
knows the speech
to transcribe double-edged thoughts,
dried between cognitive spaces
of comets tattooed
with razor-sharp ink~
infused with cinnamon and clover,
emanating toxic perfume
of decadent desires~
as our love was an ice-storm~
beautiful, fleeting, destructive,
and promises we made are
like petulant paper-dolls,
misplaced in the wounded effervescence
of snow-covered sins, melting in vain…
Yet tonight, I taste the smoky
truth in tears of time~
trickling like muted waterfalls in mist,
as my insomniac heart follows faint
scintillas of soft sparkles,
stitched gently into skies
of sullen moonflowers and lilies,
soaked in raining memories…
For I am the eclipsed sun~
drowning in the afterglow
of poetic gloaming outlined with
amethyst embers,
while interlocked as ethereal tendrils,
intoxicated by the elixir of white topaz,
contrived from the musical starburst
of my anemic quill.
But amidst lines of twilight,
tailored with wolverine lies,
can you still hear our
songs in Cupid’s crystal sighs?
Or was it just a kiss in the dark
on winter’s lips,
swirling through neon ashes,
like frosted glows of
juniper twin-flames?
I remember your light,
the lunar lamp that refused
to cloak the image of us fading,
when the wind suffocates
the delicate stems that
home roses and orchids,
we designed to the silent hum of grief.
So let me rewrite the words
you used to say,
with the pointed tip
of this mutilated muse,
to compose a resonant requiem
with dahlia dust,
flowing as purple prose
within my cathartic bloodstreams
in supernova coherence…
An Epiphany Dawns 2-13-26
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An Epiphany Dawns
I wander in step to the rhythms of wind and chimes,
In the first light of astral darkness,
Slowly shifting in pirouettes through unconnected labyrinths
Of cleareyed dreams
Ascending in flimsy silhouettes from reborn hours
Dotting the flowing hills of my dreamscapes
Where fields of moonbeams bloom
In shades of ivory passion
And clear shadows of gossamer.
Sleepwalking with focused eyes
Through naked validity
Like a butterfly I lightly touch
On moonflowers ephemeral love notes
To drink of their nectar
From a chrysalis born of the nascent
Before the amber fingers of aurora
Spread through barren limbs
In ruffled dawns of new stars
So I may journey into epiphany.
Even at 71 years old I still think of nature as my mentor…her lessons are everywhere…
For instance…on my walk this morning…I felt a sadness in the air.
It was a very windy morning so it’s difficult to proclaim…
on the wings of which wind it blew in…from whence this sadness came.
I’m not sure whose sadness I was feeling…whose grief, whose agony…whose woe
since it flew in on a gust of wind…I imagine I’ll never know.
But if my morning walks have taught me anything…
when I think sadness and darkness and grief will never go away…
the moon and stars…like friends…help illuminate my way.
As does the evening primrose, the jasmine shining bright…
the moonflowers and the water lilies…that only bloom at night.
All reminders that even in our darkest moments…seeds of hope and love are sown
that even when engulfed in sadness…we are not alone.
I sent these thoughts out on the wind…along with my good wishes and my prayers
hoping the wind returns them to the source of the sadness…
to let them know a person cares.
I can’t be sure about this…but I imagine nature would agree…
Perhaps that’s why this sadness found it’s way to me.
So I could let this person know…that he or she is blessed…
By sending these thought upon on the wind…and letting nature do the rest.
And when they land upon the person..for a moment they might ease their woe…
as the winds of nature bring them comfort…from a person they’ll never know.
I know belamour means lover;
but a flower too is defined.
Webster puts it undercover -
a flower, who knows what kind?
Gertrude Stein penned famous words we've heard,
"A rose is a rose is a rose."
Smelling a rose, our minds are stirred,
but a belamour? no nose knows.
Meet the artist - George Dunlop Leslie.
His painting called Sun and Moon Flowers
has caught my attention expressly,
for I have not heard of moon flowers.
On closer examination
I found only sunflowers full burst.
Reading George’s explanation
has not quenched my mind of its thirst.
He explained contradistinction,
moonflowers have a paler bloom.
With florist’s flair for composition
so George arranged the girls in the room.
Sun or moon flowers? my mind's still mud;
but go back to that "belamour".
Belamour’s an unopened bud,
that's what Webster meant, now I'm sure.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/belamour
http://www.gardenofpraise.com/artprint26.htm
A Moon Tale
by Shirley Rebstock
As the moon rose high in the sky, a beautiful moonbow* splashed moonbeams through the new growth of moonflowers. Sitting at the edge of the pond, the moonfaced mooncalf* stared into the rippling water as the moonfish darted quickly here and there. The moonraker* was supposed to be moonlighting, selling moonstones, but he appeared moonstruck. Most likely, he sipped too much moonshine.
*mooncalf - a foolish person
*moonraker - a simpleton
*moonbow - rainbow formed by moonlight
Bibliography: all moon words attributed to page 866 of THE RANDOM HOUSE COLLEGE DICTIONARY Revised Edition 1983
Moonflowers are night-blooming dwellers,
perfect for night owls and late night strollers.
I'm sunbird of the sketched skyline,
Soaring across soft sheaths
Of ebony moonflowers,
Inhaling gossamer death, tonight.
Moonflowers blooming in the garden,
Fragrant mist bathing the night,
Cold moon fading away quietly;
Stars unite warming the sky.
Hija de la luna, 7/26/14
For nette onclaud: Passion of A Jeu Ju
Almost four-o-clock in the afternoon
and not a single tambourine in sight
you should have jumped over the moon
hours ago, until
secret alien creatures on the surface
said the autopsy was inconclusive
which explains for me why
icicles drip from your heart, as the sun
warms the memory of your embrace, like
moonflowers, gently unfolding at night
reveal the mysteries of love
the bandleader, wearing a feathered pompadour
signals a final formation
somewhere in time
your tune marches into the distance
marches
.......into the distance
01/02/11
Moonflowers l a z i l y unfurl
Savoring the stunning moonlight.
A faultless nocturnal white pearl.
Moonflowers l a z i l y unfurl,
A catnip scent, fluffy moths swirl
Needful pollinate they alight.
Moonflowers l a z i l y unfurl
Savoring the stunning moonlight.
8/23/2022
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Farm in view with a field full of cows
Golden mist of grass on the ground
Afternoon light.Colors change +glow
Just for a few minutes then darkness
The night was silent.Courtiers enjoin
Banquet hall lit bright with candlelight
Soft glow shines through the fretwork
Rich golden liquid Midsummer revelry
Ruby ripe pomegranate and rose petals
Beautifully carved gold goddess statue
Hair decorated with flowers and ribbons
Minstrels play dance melody in the gallery
Develish dancer natural grace delicate face
Click of metal heels on the parquetry floor
Sequinned dress spun centre of dance floor
Nursing pretty delicate wide glassed cocktail
Sweet scented oils delicate fragrance at door
Warm play of breeze on pearled slender neck
Posies white moonflowers catch her breath
Strawberries fermented honey scent of jasmine
Wreath of flowers whole grove of long willows
Long leafed tendrils flowing gently in the wind
Tiny pink roses lavender and hemmed lovage
Night air smells of wood smoke + blossoms
A star lit night
I met my true love...
My delight
On a warm summer night
We met in a field of Moonflowers
I took her hand,
under starlight
On a warm summer night
A warm summer night,
is all I need
with you...
Under starlight
Such love
with you...
Under a nightsky
The stars...
Passing by
Such love...
Is true
Under a clear Moon showing
A field of moonflowers
The colours glowing
The shooting stars fell
As did my heart...
A field of Moonflowers,
for you and I
A love did dwell
On a warm summer night,
we took each other
Under a sky,
full of starbright
A warm summer delight
A warm summer lover
In a field of Moonflowers
Full of starbright
We lay back
and watched the Moons' flight