Collum Lune type of Haiku 3/5/3 words instead of syllables
cotton candy sunrise
greeted by mourning doves' coo....
coneflowers' blossoms fading
Memory of my grandson at 6 years old
July 4th 2016
cache extra cuteness
courting field of coneflowers
purple purity
cute as button upturned smile
stirs boy’s long hair and wild grass
there are mountains of snow
outside my window
the temperature is well below
zero
the trees are wearing white gowns
some are like skeletons
reaching for the sky
the sky is winter pale
&the wind is howling
but I am dreaming of Spring
wishing for flowers
herbs like mint&rosemary
growing
in my kitchen window
I can see everything in my mind
the volume of color&hues
daffodils&violas
&painted daisies
in my overflowing garden
a bright sun in a blue sky
fluttering butterflies, bees&birds
the overwhelming variety of
pansies&petunias
oh, I do love nasturium tumbling
bright poppies&coneflowers
&cannot forget the tulips
or forget-me-nots . . .
Walking along a path through forest’s green,
a clear running stream where I can fish.
A porch swing to sit and watch nature’s scene,
that is the heart of my Missouri wish.
Strolling through a tinted meadow at dawn,
the smell of wildflowers tickling my nose.
Black-eyed Susan, Blue Stem, Prairie Clover,
bright Coneflowers, Columbines, and Primrose.
Filling my lungs with the syrup of life,
spying the sun glinting between swaying leaves.
Hearing the melody of a robin’s song,
as it drifts upon a soft summer’s breeze.
Feel the glory of a morning’s sunrise,
as it fills the sky with a promised day.
Wonder at the beauty of sunset’s glow,
sleep sound and dream as worries drift away.
Stand in silence atop a grassy hill,
soaking in all that nature has to give.
Gaze across the beauty of God’s workshop,
knowing this is the Missouri way to live.
the prickly-eyed coneflower bees
attractively buzzing their squeeze.
the purple petal umbrellas.
a lovely echinacea breeze.
butterflies and hummingbirds hove’.*
red-winged blackbird, high perched above,
does shelter in Eden, his brood.
cones teem with life, vivacious love.
8/24/2022
Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite Flower
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Rhymes checked with rhymezone
aaba rhyme scheme
*hove’ - hover
The fragrance of the roses preceded her into my kitchen
There were lilies, zinnias, coneflowers, a sunflower too
Baby’s breath added a great deal of delight to the bouquet
I felt instantly uplifted, although had been quite blue.
My C-2 is broken, which means my neck of course.
I am lying around feeling sorry for myself, but not anymore.
My feelings have been instantly transformed.
The second my thoughtful neighbor walked into my door.
How did you know? I asked her. I had not advertised my break.
The entire neighborhood knows, she reassured me, thanks to Slim.
We all want to help you, so shifts we are going to take.
No words were good enough to thank them.
Unsung heroes of the garden fringes
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet,
Purple coneflowers with yellow twinges.
Violets are sweet…, yes, they are okay,
But they are too small, coneflowers tower
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet.
They are imposing not unlike a sunflower
Those bright purple petals, strikingly nice,
Looking swell edging a front lattice bower.
Their scent can be reminiscent of a spice
But be careful smelling, for bees also enjoy
Those bright purple petals, strikingly nice.
Purple coneflowers the florists employ
For lovely summer arrangements, in fact,
But be careful smelling, for bees also enjoy.
Of the purple coneflower, nothing lacked
Unsung heroes of the garden fringes
For lovely summer arrangements, in fact,
Purple coneflowers with yellow twinges.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written May 31, 2022
Submitted to "Purple Flowers" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
The pansies together like grace notes
Pinks, purples, yellows harmonize in spring
A choir with violets, their counterparts,
Throwing a glorious warm weather fling
Sweet harbingers of summer make me sing.
My favorite time of the year will soon arrive
Daisies and coneflowers chanting alive,
My garden is harmonizing all summer long
If the gladiolas and asters will thrive
My garden and I will sing the same song.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written September 5, 2021
for "H, New or Old" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
The pansies together like gentle hearts
Purples, pinks, yellows harmonize in spring
A choir with violets, their counterparts,
Throwing a glorious warm weather fling
Sweet harbingers of summer make me sing
My season of the year will soon arrive
Coneflowers and daisies chant alive,
My garden is singing all summer long
If gladiolas and asters will thrive
My garden and I will sing the same song.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written April 27, 2021
submitted to "Garden Inspirations" Poetry Contest
sponsored by B J Legros Kelley
Dawn rose on blue misty mountains, and matching blue sky;
And it wasn't very long, before bluebells caught my eye.
The bluejays sang sunshine, all around the morning glory,
As blue butterflies flitted about, the peacock territory!
Blue dragonflies crept on leaves, off to an odd somewhere,
The world was covered in blue, although hardly yet aware!
Coneflowers and grape hyacinths, danced to forget-me-nots,
And sun turned slowly golden, as if nature's afterthoughts.
Dainty delicate bluebells seem to twinkle like faeries in the meadow
Ultramarine sky smiles, seeing elves and gnomes missed by people
Daybreak has an extra pretty tinge of promised pinks and tangerine,
There is a topaz jewel of innocence in dawn’s early light.
Emerald fields glisten under the dew that appears from somewhere
Ruby coneflowers begin glancing around, deciding on their next move
What do I spy in the recesses of the garden gate? A snowy white rose.
Renegade, with a slight touch of lime around her inner blossom.
Yellow sunbeams work their magic, uplifting and revitalizing the garden.
Marigolds are my favorite, variegated, ruffled and sweet.
Roses, hollyhocks, bluebells or coneflowers, hard to beat.
Did I mention lilies, or daffodils? They do lead the parade.
Cannot eliminate purple lilacs whose scent wafts in the shade.
Fragrances of spring in the air. Love all flowers I have to share.
Long to touch the rows u p o n rows of coneflowers,
but the bees, they b u z z, and the butterflies own.
Favorite intrepid host, the red-winged blackbird, towers
over the purpleness of his downturned petal throne.
Eyes flit back and forth as g o l d e n splashes cool
the p i n e y pond of koi. Serenity of zephyr scent
sends introspective id swimming like this school —
no longer in this worrisome world, exhaustion spent.
Traverse the paths of no work, no play - merely a b a n d o n
to holly bushes, lady slippers, roses with whimsical names.
Snowball hydrangeas, blueberries like goose pimples - stand in
the nether of shadow and sun, the hometown of God’s acclaim.
Close my eyes - bluster of multicolored petals from the sky,
cover my i n v i s i b l e frame… uninvited flocks gather
in an undecided decade of “don’t know when or why.”
P o s t u r i n g — shan’t get myself in a botanical lather.
Have faith, the untouchables are thriving with grace,
waiting for the usual feet to pass time, adorn this place.
7/31/2020
Silent one’s Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
Smith-Gilbert trails — trellises of Georgia roses, the piney scent of conifers, plentiful perennials, the shady pond with splashing koi, the mulberry bowl, hand in hand — my grandson and I.
amid faerie garden
and bonsai forest —
buzz of coneflowers
7/19/2020
HAIBUN - pick your theme Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier - Sponsor
Her wings hold her lightly above
the coneflowers her favorite
She glided down onto a promising one
with bright pink petals
the dew causing a shine
Faerie’s favorite time of day
sun began reaching out with long loving fingers
Faerie reposed on the pretty blossom
Turing her face to the sun,
a gorgeous peace overflows her.
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