I am standing in my garden amongst the beautiful flowers,
when a kaleidoscope of butterflies comes silently drifting.
Past my lovely primrose rockery, so bright and brilliant,
they find a purple cornflower by the fence just blooming.
All the colorful butterflies stop to kiss painted daisy,
then glide to the red bleeding hearts that are drooping.
They settle for a rest on the white campanula trumpets,
and give a gentle touch to the columbine just growing.
The blue larkspur called them over it seems to me,
so those tiny gems prance on over with joyful dancing.
Between yarrow, sage and yellow tick seed in bloom,
they spot purple echinacea and just came a flying.
The kaleidoscope of whirling wings is perfectly still,
then the parade of butterflies leave on wings fluttering.
But first- stop for a quick sip from my water fountain,
and then gone the colorful kaleidoscope of gems gliding.
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May 8, 2016
Poetry/Couplet/"Fly Gems"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-787-860-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies,
sponsor, Julia Ward
Third Place
Categories:
campanula, butterfly, garden,
Form: Couplet
As I stand in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of butterflies comes a drifting,
past my lovely brilliant Primrose rock garden,
and kiss my purple Cone flowers, blooming.
They all kissed my rainbow painted Daisies,
drifting over to my bleeding hearts, drooping,
settling on the white Campanula trumpets,
kissing the Columbine, by the fence, growing.
The blue Larkspur called them for a kiss,
so the tiny rubies pranced over dancing,
between Yarrow, Sage and yellow Tick seed,
they spotted Echinacea and came flying.
Floating, they kissed the orange Scabiosa,
then the parade left with wings a fluttering,
O, just stopping for a quick sip of fountain water,
and off they went, a parade of rubies, a drifting.
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June 6, 2013
Poetry/Rhyme/Butterfly Kisses
Copyright Protected, ID 06-483-757-06
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Categories:
campanula, butterfly, garden,
Form: Rhyme
Along the walkway somewhere lilacs scent
And visions of grandeur waft betwixt my head
A “Hmm” after each new-ward notion, then
Like thistles, keep slipping through the cracks of zen
Why Campanula ringing out
Disturbed by the sounds unrenounced
Then I stop again, in an “ah ha!” revelation
Followed by the “No wait, that's not quite it” aggravation
When from on high, a mighty oak hits me on the acorn
“Oooh” suddenly things seem clearer more and more
And looking down I can't ignore the facts
Of my "that's it" underwear and my "oh no!" pants
Categories:
campanula, adventure, confusion, funny,
Form: Free verse
Larkspur blooming in the garden,
With violets in the dell;
Ask to beg some pardon,
Because their petals fell.
Roses climbing on the wall,
Reach up to find the light;
While lilies standing oh so tall,
Have throats that sing delight.
Columbine is reaching up,
Her colours sigh in vain;
And campanula lifts her cup,
To drink the falling rain.
The sunny shades of gold trefoil,
Are basking in the sun;
While hyacinths send scented oil,
To delight the nose of everyone.
Blue phlox lifts her lovely locks,
To sigh upon the breeze;
While poppies grow in scarlet flocks,
Their fires can but please.
Purple coneflower spreads her petals,
Around a browny head;
And hanging heads of soft bluebells,
Are like a blanket spread.
The goldenrod stands in the sun,
Bringing songbirds there to sing;
And asters bloom for everyone,
To beckon the butterfly wing.
The spreading spikes of bergamot,
Give honey to the bees;
And geraniums sit and think a thought,
Beneath the leafy trees.
Flowers come in many shades,
Their glory finds a place;
To soon the scented petal fades,
To soon the blooms erase.
Categories:
campanula, nature
Form: Rhyme