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Bluebonnets spill across the Texas highways~
it's as if the earth has flung open
a thousand secret doors
and let the sky fall through.
They gather in unruly congregations
crowding ditches,
leaning into the wind,
lifting their blue-lit faces
toward every passing traveler.
March moves through them
like a quiet blessing,
coaxing color from the soil
until the land becomes a hymn
unrhymed, unrestrained,
a wild devotion of blue.
Statuesque.
Cradling mortality.
Watching drywall become
constellations.
~
Bluebonnet fields
taller than he's ever seen
the wind makes them all dance
~
Sterile conversations
Latex gloves snapping in unison
Clapping for the waking dreamer
"He's not out of the woods, yet"
~
Voices intermingled
Rushed movements
Erratic beeps.
"Steady"
Crimson trickles down his
chest. The only feeling left.
~
Smiling faces- blurry, unfamiliar.
"Rest now. We'll answer anything you
want. But, for now. You need to be still."
He fights the urge to break free of Intervenous
shackles. Run back to the bluebonnet field.
Where he remembered who he was.
-James Kelley 2019
butterflies abound
spring trail bluebonnets unfold~
blank canvas hungers
6/9/2019
Poetry Contest: MagiCicada 13 or 17'
Sponsored By: Maureen McGreavy
Springtime greenness life release
Bluebonnets grow high
Sweetness entanglement tastes
Kiss on purple sky
Yesterday’s bloom colors fade
Tailored vision dines
Seeds rising to magical
Bath liquid sunshine
© 4/21/2015
Andrea Dietrich's poetry form The 7/5 Trochee with Rhyme Scheme a/b/c/b**
Blues and white blowing
On top of green, peeking through
Spring new beginnings
Off in the distance are fields of blue.
A beautiful wild state flower for Texas through and through.
Once called a Buffalo Clover, but now a state flower.
An Indian Paintbrush every now and then, but most of all are,
Fields of Bluebonnets growing once again.
For the Yellow Roses of Texas are pretty, yet they do not compare
to the Bluebonnets of Texas with colors to share.
My friend Polly painted a picture that hangs upon her wall.
It is a masterpiece to us all.
For she has captured the Bluebonnets within her minds eye, put it on canvas, and
it is as beautiful as a lullaby.
She said oh yes those Fields of Bluebonnets of Texas, for they are as beautiful as
can be.
The fields of Bluebonnets come up every spring.
As my one-hundred and five year old friend spoke to me, it was like the next title
to be.
The fields of Bluebonnets began calling to me.
For the only thing as beautiful to me is my friend Polly and the Fields of Bluebonnets
of Texas in the early spring.
Copyright@March 2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
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