No corolla tutors itself to bloom;
It merely keeps an antecedent vow.
Thus every life appears to choose its form,
Whilst tacitly obeying first ordinance.
The oldest covenants utter least of all—
Yet every pulse remembers their command.
It has been said you are all just bricks in the wall -
confined and coffined in concrete, your moments
magnified in mortar, souls stone-stippled.
But listen: you are as flowers, individuals efflorescing -
shy eyes of violets, fragile forget-me-nots
unforgettable in pews of blues, sunshine celandines
beaming from sunless corners, strident daffodil trumpets
with everything to tell. Some will grow apart -
wayside wanderers, wayward and cast out.
Some forever up against the world-wall.
You unfold as petals, to sing in tongues of the sun,
in golden tonals, corolla contraltos, a floral choral,
soprano sepals, hibiscus hymns to him and her.
Flowering through stone, blossoming through gloom,
though shadow-dusted with dusk's lilac bloom.
Baptised in the dew of the new which forges
a world anew, transformed by the higher light
which highlights your days, gilded pollen-gold.
Days lengthen as rays warm walls, edges and corners
sun-softening, souls becoming sun-stippled.
Listen: these are the petalled messages to you.
is in the angle
and light
from which you see them.
The sun can worm its way through
to untold detail
on an inch
of bark.
Hope isn't far behind.
I saw my first flowering Dogwood tree
this afternoon
when I picked Ben up from golf practice.
I arrived early so I could relax
in my car,
and not be rushed by life.
There was a purple and two white
flowering trees
in front of my Toyota Corolla.
I thought God must have put them there
on purpose for me today, as well
as those who chose to look out
at all the spring presents
that might not last until
tomorrow.
is like trying to find gold
in a bowl of white rice.
I found poetry
instead.
This one isn't a pearl
of wisdom or meaning,
but dirty truth;
a common rock,
cold and uncollected.
I listened to 'The Fray'
tonight, which I rediscovered
by accident
because I told Siri to play
'Two Step'
by Dave Matthews.
One followed the other
because I pay for Apple Music,
even if I drive a less-
than-sought-after Toyota
Corolla.
A man I love was once
a marine.
He doesn't know what he
wants hard enough to chose
a direction.
I know my North and South.
I have chosen true
West from East
and found myself
somewhere
in the middle of nowhere.
The Goo Goo Dolls
are playing one of my favorites,
'Better Days'
and someone else,
other than me,
is listening.
My life, unlived...nonetheless
here I am lingering without a care,
in the tender swerve of nightfall
winging into the fog thrown
by the spreading corolla
of a woodland's alchemy:
It's jungle-coiled leaves
the size and shape
of an iquana's ear watercolors me
in a marsh of dappled streams.
For a while, I am captivated
by this display, my soul deeply focused
on a moment daringly alive
through the landscape wildly daring,
that my pulse begins to throb again
with the lightness of a world's being.
It was hitomebore —
florette splintering my heart
until it pulverized
victorious eyes
burning into mine, poppyseeds
bursting into coquelicot corolla
Je ne change point
I fell through the somnolent
stone dais with cinnabar charms,
faithful but blind,
my fears mounting but muted
victims of mise en abyme
as I transition to hedone’s unknown
Je ne change point
Rebels hang off
haught Victorian lips,
their ineffable limerence shimmers
in Andromeda's chocolate cosmos,
promising one day they’ll be found
In the depths of night, when stars dance on the sky of unknown dreams,
The shadows of time creep along the edge of the soul, silent whispers.
Beneath silver leaves, the moon weaves its cloak of light over thoughts,
Traveling among memories, seeking peace amidst echoes and lines.
In the garden of eternity, the flowers of forgetfulness open their corolla to the sky,
And the wind carries the forgotten song of moments, an ancient mystery.
In the mirror of water, crystalline dreams shatter into thousands of rainbows,
And time unravels in waves, carried by the wings of an old era.
Far away, in the mystery of night, a forgotten clock counts its seconds,
While the heart loses itself in the labyrinth of profound magic.
Everything flows, everything passes, but in secret, something always remains,
A pale light, a spark, a secret waiting to be mine.
Under heavy eyelids of sleep, a dream seeks its way to the light,
In a world where silence and melancholy weave their divine tapestry.
And yet, among the shadows of eternity, a truth is silently born,
An endless longing, a calling, toward an unknown horizon.
marvel at the vigorous blade of grass,
resistant to the worst storms,
marvel at the dandelion, offering a thousand treasures
To the bees of the county,
marvel at the hemlock flower, which could
poison ten ancient poets,
marvel at the plant world and its millions
of possibilities,
marvel at the fern, which does not tire
that winter,
marvel at how the butterfly marvels
on the corolla of digitals,
marvel at the yellow flowers, so numerous
and vain,
marvel at the capuchins, daisies,
Flowers loving you.
Marvel at the young oak tree, which defies a thousand reeds
in his old age,
marvel at the olive tree whose fruit inspired the Iliad
and many poems,
marvel at the hydrangea, dahlia, and forget-me-not
with shy petals,
do you inspire from the vegetable world, to never become
crazy or proud,
invite the bees in the garden of your imagination.
Merrily, I sway in the sunlight.
Multi-layered corolla full bright
Mostly found in yellow, red, and creamy white
Musky and pungent aroma, though slight
Makes mosquitoes run away in fright.
Men have no menace from their itchy bite.
Mount on a hollow stem, which has low height.
My presence brings festive mood and delight.
My looks make your garden a beautiful site.
My name ends in gold; it’s my sole right.
PLACE: 3rd
Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: miraculous rule
Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand
Is the rose,
subtle tact,
sweet smell
wonderful sense...
Portentous,
pink look,
pr yellow, white
blue, black
Manu colora,
elegant silence
in love
dialogue...
It is flowering,
petal
pinkish
rosy florid...
Queen of flowers,
uncrowned,
no corolla
passionate,
mistress of passion...
Offered
with flower love, proof of love
of those in love...
Delighted, fine gift
for lovers,
is and always will be,
rose, beloved flower... !
I was waiting still
Wandering, dreaming
in the frozen tundra, communing
with echoes of unformed shadows
each season, I swore that this
Silviah will surely come someday
As angels share dreams
so are our tendrils twined
each node, an inch to sunlight
What solace you bring dear heart
What cheer and glee awaits our
flamed souls and charmed corolla
This August you come,
for us to become a vine of glory
your graceful ankles guides thee
to our hillside chapel for a mid day kiss
You have healed me dear Silviah
for the chambers of my heart bubble
with the munificence of your soul.
The crucible of your affection
has yielded endless hope,
sprouts of adorable sunflower
Happiness is sweet and warm,
you now contain all my fires within
furred nest, waxing, with scented mist
May the sun be clipped to sustain
this dawn for evermore
Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla.
draw the line along my scars
make a circle and a dash
curve the petals, shape the corolla
fill the colour in, in red
like the lips of the one who kissed me last
droop the leaves in lime green and sky blue
the stem like a ruler straight and narrow
measuring the space between my cracks
all the paint might hide the marks
make my skin beautiful and proud
and for a moment it’s all true
i love the trace of your brush against my flesh
all warm and cool, all the same
the splash of water canvassing your craft
as it drips outside of the lines
consuming more of the bounds
paint my scars, paint me whole
make me beautiful and proud once more
The Wonder Mobile broke today
Of course it would happen
Why wouldn’t it
4 cylinders running on 3
Getting out to push probably much faster
Poor little Corolla
It had a hard life.
Neglected some love’n
It pees all over, grumbles when it starts
Brakes kind of funny, but the horn is loud
Might not stop on a dime
But you will hear me coming
Washed twice in 11 years
Driven around the block to go next door
Years of waking up in wonder
Will my car start today?
Am I catching the bus today?
It all caught up to me today
Maybe I will drive to the Ferrari lot
Trade it in, what can I get
Maybe I will humble myself
Fix the Wonder Mobile
Give it some love’n
And wash it a third time
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True story, my car really did break today.
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