Best Sundew Poems
I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined...
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon
yellow eyes; daffodils watching
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze—
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray
with a stranger I stroll my arranged betrothed
height of his black top hat challenges trees
much like Corinthian columns
guards of an aisle I must walk —dear God! must walk
trepidation trips down my bridal spinal column
tiger eyes; lilies watching wish they were me
dare they dream they could uproot their roots like me
wish they could wedding waltz like I must —like I must
but their envy-leaves remain embrace-less
—I envy lilies’ empty arms of yet unmet love
daffodils; empty-headed —laugh
they try to read my mind to fill their own
what do I care their curdled thoughts lemon tart
and orange lilies’ brocade brimstone
what do I fear of fire-breathers burn of words
undergrowth feels square heels of my lace-up boots
post impression grows more expressive than first—
beware French tongues of sundew and burdock burr
marriage-carriage rolls in ruts to Versailles
where my coerced corset of hooks and ties lie
rhythm of a winding road dies in minuet strangle-hold
Outside my window, all is dull and white
As morning spreads on cracks across the bay,
Her prickly fissures stark, like threads contrite,
Against the pewter of a frigid day
Where sullen the view from iced winds’ replay.
I see a varnished gleam in my heart’s eye
While peonies are climbing at the gate ,
That birds of red and yellow twit nearby,
Enchanting leafy maples, so ornate
Till sundew bursts on fresh morn, to elate!
Contest:It Was One Of Those Mornings
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
9/19/2016
Adder,badger
barn owl
black hairstreak
silver studded blue
damsel fly
fritillary
sundew-
Marsh helleborine
Duke of Burgundy
goat willow too-
Porcelain fungus
purple emperor
quaking grass
skylark
bush cricket
curlew-
Dowy emerald
bluebell
wild service tree
Gentian
corncockle
widgeon
chalk hill blue
inspired by BBOWT WILD LIFE CHAMPIONS
Drinking from the portrait
of an alienated moon
in a self-taught remedy?
I was looking very
hurt in the muse,which
had failed the earth.
I wanted to say, my
sun was my sun,
broken, eclipse by eclipse.
Who was traitor to oneself ?
Sifting the leaves of a
raptor,to find the death
under the shade of
sundew, which blooms
when you become an insect.
Satish Verma
The pursuit of a rainbow
in the tiger sanctuary.
Mathematics fails.
*
Sundew
invites you to taste the flesh.
You fall like a guilt.
*
The pink moon
melts down in your dream. You
will not touch the flame.
Satish Verma
let's ferment the stars with sulfur rain
mix in the spirit of the alluring galaxy
an intoxicating blend of moon glaze and sundew
drunk on stars waltzing on the rings of Saturn
adorning our pale stories with sapphire-encrusted necklaces
placing asteroids as bookmarks between our happiest moments
to highlight the fights in our journey to space
bathed in golden light swimming through crystalline waters
mixing in azure to our bland cocktail blend
watching glass get engulfed in clouds of blue and shells
only wading in the surface- too nonchalant to dive in deep
climbing emerald vines, adorned with ruby fruits
the fruit of our love untouched,
safe from the heartbreak-hungry predators
seeing the stars drawn by us in the night sky
I'll drift back to you like the waves in the sea
remember the constellations we mapped out in our midnight dreams
keep you in my heart encased in a golden star
be the winds of change in your life
cause I'd rather die than not be part of your life...
FLAME OF ASCENSION
No-one can escape Flame of Ascension
a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
genteel progress on a path
It nightmares numskulls and nuns alike
coffins cords, corners chains conniving
Thumb tips touch those of Serapis Bey
tippling white Flames in quantum space
as he passes with poignant eyes
“Where must sparks sagely sail now
Great Chohan of Central Sun ?”
“To those with neptunium nerves
those who have mastered their minds
who stare over lambert lagoons
lbis eyed
those who will not hasten to
taste Tophet flesh, toxined tongues
or squirm to struggle stormy seas
who live on one orange a day
from oozing boxes to city sites
Let Ascension Flame sparks fly fivefold
to those who chore by candlelight
in basements cold
gather guinea-fowl feathers in damp
dawn to create wise woman wands
to those who forgive an impoverished
rapist in a fitful farm hut
fathoming his fishtail hands
Let Ascension Flame sparks sail to those
who embrace Polar Bear spirit
stirring soup for a repentant soul
covering it with furs
flasking it’s folly !”
No-one can flee Flame of Ascension
someday it fleeces all spectroscopically
pay with sweat of your sweat
palsy, petty or posh
breath upon baptising breath
no strut or scintillating stumble
skin to self-assuming skin
spectacular sundew sing
Flame of Ascension extracts due fuchsia
fragrance from filament files
harp harmonies heightened to
a hastened hypnosis from an inexplicable
white heart field
Come
Let Flame of Ascension flower
fiddling fingers into interlinking
intercurrents of Infinity’s intimacy !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
To all the dead flowers your colors remain;
The future is budding with an echoed hue,
there is a glimpse in the cleansing rain;
Trapped inside you’re fed to a sundew
energy transformed but still it grows;
Generations will come to know you;
A relentless spirit does not decompose,
held by others it’s amplified and lives on;
Your aura becomes even more grandiose;
Pollinating your passion is the mission,
mastering this ability one in a million.