Our love is botanical garden
where the trees have evanesced
The petals have wilted
The roots are debilitated
as if they were immune to growth
And the soil can barely shelter a seed
This is the landscape of the dead
Hope dies before it can grow
No season will stop this home from dying
What has withered will never return
I long for the time when this was our Eden
A place of peace and harmony
Yet I sit here in everlasting silence
appreciating the greatest dissonance of today
- Our botanical garden
Categories:
botanical, break up, conflict, garden,
Form: Free verse
i suck
a drop
of honey
from your
honey
suckle
flower
not
taking
a bite
but a bit
nibbling
on your
catnip
i'm
hard
a tree
barking
bark a
dog
wood
i arose
aroused
she was
yellow
she was
thorny
a rose
then i
kissed
her two
lips and
then the
other
tulips
planting
my kisses
hoeing
around
we'd be
the
we
Categories:
botanical, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Scattered down below,some still falling down at ease.
Goldenbrown and yellow...dry and rustling in the breeze.
Their origin like a guard of honor,all tall and stand upright,
aligned to sheer perfection, on the left and on the right.
The midday sun makes appearance and peers through a wayward branch,
It's focus like a spotlight, illuminates a squirrel's dance.
The cobblestone-pathway is transformed 'nto a golden-leafy stage,
To host a squirrel dancing, for peanuts as his wage.
Timid and meek, with his cute and furry feet,
that traverse the leafy playground...the recital is so sweet.
The spotlight recedes, as the midday sun retreats.
Alas!The show is over and he scurrys to the trees.
Hopping left and skipping right
The squirrel's dance is my delight.
Categories:
botanical, adventure, autumn, beauty, cute,
Form: Rhyme
doditsu
Nature knows that smell forbids.
Aphids avoid marigolds.
Match for a reflex magnet
in your berry patch.
March 9, 2011
It's a Do-Do kinda day, by Francine Roberts
Categories:
botanical, funny, nature, science, work,
Form: Dodoitsu
Botanical Garden
When she arrives
in sunlight,
orchid ribbons flowing
in her hair,
an orchid dress rising,
she finds the rest of us
are standing there,
simply unaware
that only she can hear
the applause
of a thousand orchids
break the air.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
botanical, fantasy
Form: Free verse