Tidal connection,
wild flowers woo a Clownfish;
Anemone bond,
give in give up a little;
Flourish and flow together.
Seeds of ambrosia,
birds fight over leftovers;
Mammals with munchies
pass around shareable plates;
It’s never polite to gorge.
Dancing Bryony
playing both sides of the coin,
grant don’t play my wish;
Trusted you with a secret,
don’t drown my faith in poison.
Peak of abundance,
blushed pizazz peppers the air;
Cherry Blossom blooms,
so whimsically festive;
Big shot missed their own party.
Calia purple,
always makes an impression;
Moths flock to its flame;
Hot swells of a royal shade,
such enticing perfection.
Honeyed Ambretta,
the taste of a Summer fling;
Perennial blast,
enjoyed but over too soon;
Sweet seasonal time share.
Categories:
bryony, emotions, feelings, flower, nature,
Form: Tanka
Tidal connection,
wild flowers woo a Clownfish;
Anemone bond.
Seeds of ambrosia,
birds fight over leftovers;
Mammals with munchies.
Dancing Bryony
playing both sides of the coin,
grant don’t play my wish.
Peak of abundance,
blushed pizazz peppers the air;
Cherry Blossom blooms.
Calia purple,
always makes an impression;
Moths flock to its flame.
Honeyed Ambretta,
the taste of a Summer fling;
Perennial blast.
Categories:
bryony, earth, emotions, flower, nature,
Form: Haiku
Written: February 19, 2024
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The dam, in which
the tissue residue is present
has a saline ecosystem
despite the dryness
It is still preferable
to a carnival of wood and
burnt bryony bushes.
You could smell it.
from light-years afar
a tourniquet grasp of
saffron soil in a swooshing
flame is inscribed on the
plains armrest.
The grassland dips in
revealing slabs of an ancient utopia
the focal halftone of a
floating forehead features
a house of clovers motif
my torn lobes throb
beating as a breathing bruise,
hiding behind the partial eclipse
the integral aspects of
crimson maple.
I started overlapping
the threshold
to be buried as an
enigma in the depths of her soul
in the funnel, mists of ash, and shaking
sprinting into the intricacies of a
heavenly sanctuary
dubbed heart.
Categories:
bryony, analogy, appreciation, emotions, heart,
Form: Free verse
Under Bryony’s Spell
We met by chance. She caught my eye
as I strolled idly ’mong the trees.
Her endearing smile lit her face.
We clicked; we talked; I stayed till late.
She was strong-willed and confident,
reflecting pure Pokémon breed!
Funny at times, her laugh tinkled
like a wind-chime in summer breeze.
I was under her spell, bewitched
as avidly she entangled
herself around me, coiled tendrils
vigorously latching on to
my unresisting emotions.
Soon darkness fell. We spent the night
within each others arms. Her greed
matched mine. Bryony and I, two
wild climbing vines entwined within
the blooming realm of fantasy.
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Contest: In Words She Blooms
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
© 30th August 2016
Categories:
bryony, crush,
Form: Free verse