The Enchanting month of lunar
she wished for his love to bloom sooner
08/September/2025
A Romantic or Celestial Crystalline Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Written for the prompt Rose Moon 15 - 25 words set by Poets Island via Instagram
Eclipsed hips part, unearthing
a rose moon in bloom,
opal sighs glimmer,
ruby heat spills, sitting
bodies ablaze in molten embrace.
“Spring is when life's alive in everything.” Christina Rossetti
Springtime Splendour
SPRING TIME UNDER VISIBLE WAY
Radiantly making headway
To carpet the hills with deep green
And sprinkle beauty across land
A BEE COMES DANCING EAGERLY
From midst of its honeyed perfume
To a park with flowers in bloom
To seek nectar for its beehive
BIRDS COMING DOWN EARNESTLY FREE
Are welcome to their breeding grounds
With open arms and joyful heart
Until time for them to depart
GOLDEN HYACINTH, IRIS, JASMINE, KALMIA
And many more, comely flowers
Adorn the alleys and park side
Nature`s sensory springtime pride
my field blooms again
roses smile across the garth~
summer comes once more
Death has ushered me into a new Home—
The Bloom has opened—wide—
No Chamber here for sorrow—
But endless Rooms—inside—
A quiet hush of Petals—
Unfurl upon the Air—
As if the Soul were Gardened—
By Hands divinely fair.
The Walls are made of Silence—
Yet Music drifts between—
An unseen Choir attending—
What once the Grave had seen.
I lay my old attire—
Upon the Dust below—
And walk into the Meadow—
Where the everlasting—grows.
The Bloom has opened—fully—
And bids me—enter so—
Goodnight to all my family --
I can now release my soul.
An open heart, unguarded and true,
spills light like dawn across the dew.
Its glow, a quiet, golden flame,
draws souls who never knew its name.
It listens more than it speaks aloud,
a gentle force beneath the crowd.
Moments bloom where it has been.
Soft echoes of what might have been.
No need for grandeur, pride, or show,
Its essence whispers, calm and slow.
And those who cross its humble path.
Feel peace that lingers long after its glow.
Written: August 19, 2025 for contest sponsored by John Anderson,
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through the slack of spring
where orchids shivered, we met—
your hand brushed my sleeve
and the wind forgot its name
just to listen to our hush
I kept you folded
within a dusk-colored thought—
years passed like soft rain
and still, I never told them
how you lit my shadowed rooms
I speak your name, now
and the sky does not shudder
only the sparrows
pause mid-flight, as if they knew
what I had buried in bloom
Roadside Lilies Hiku 45
roadside lilies white
in full bloom with delight~
yearning for human sight.
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Lilies Haiku 39
white lilies in bloom
cotton petals unfurl~
nature`s sacred world.
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A seed is planted, a stem breaks forth
Leaves appear and buds grow north.
In time a blossom begins to form
Until a beautiful flower is born.
We celebrate the magnanimous bloom
Forgetting the seasons from seed to tomb
Know times of trial, built the bouquet
The perianth and the vibrant display.
If your season is barren, missing God’s presence
He is pruning and tending until efflorescence.
Though you’ve endured pain, doubt and gloom
Have faith in the Lord, for the day you bloom.
The girl weeps a bruised and bitter rain,
A childhood choked, a garden grown in pain.
My laughter, brittle glass, it cracks and breaks,
Beneath the weight of unforgiving stakes.
They built a fortress, walls of rigid stone,
And left my heart a barren, windswept zone.
No lover's hand to soothe, no gentle gaze,
Just scornful whispers in a hateful maze.
Each hallway echoes with a judging eye,
A constant feeling that I want to die.
They see a monster where a child should bloom,
And fill my days with ever-present gloom.
The books lie open, pages blurred with tears,
School's a torment, fueling all my fears.
A secret festers, a corrosive blight,
Consuming hope, and plunging me in night.
I paint a smile, a mask of purest white,
To hide the shadows lurking in the light.
But when the moon ascends its lonely throne,
The tears return, and I am all alone.
A burden I believe, a whispered curse,
This aching need to flee, to be dispersed.
The razor sings a siren's tempting call,
A fragile promise to escape it all.
The girl weeps, a final sigh,
A whispered plea to simply die,
My childhood dead, a silent tomb,
Lost in this endless aching gloom.
Not every blossom greets the sun,
Nor every triumph shouts it's won.
Some flowers bloom in silent grace,
Unseen by crowds, yet touched by faith.
They grow in corners most forget,
Where pain and prayer and love have met.
And though no stage may hold their name,
They burn with soft, eternal flame.
So let them bloom, those quiet souls,
Unpraised by fame, yet deeply whole.
For heaven sees what earth looks past—
The unseen bloom, the ones that last.
Summer Haiku 36
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Summer Hiku 34
jasmine flowers in bloom
fragrance fills my room~
drunk with perfume.
our home grown monarch
shall swing open war's hell gate~
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