Redolent reverie
Rain-soaked in raspberry
Roses most delicate
Runes woven from star seeds
Refulgent petals swirl
Russet thorns of my heart
Regrets etched in kohl quartz
In all its glory
a walk through a rose garden
cannot be ignored
the flora in the landscape
- store the scent on a bottle
Spring gives life to summer moist heat.
Soul melt, but the breeze gives comfort.
Shower rainbow bath floral scent.
Soaked in pure golden sunrays; sweet.
Suntan tame does not discomfort;
Sense for the lightest of feet spent.
Sensible is nature's heartbeat
Steady and inspire recomfort
So, while flamboyant and content.
Season change and attest complete
Sadness it wistful mis-comfort.
Stem hibiscus nectar has went.
Springtime sung as gallery plants
Succulent bright, deep heaven grants.
6/19/2023
Trilonnet Poetry Contest 3.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
a mulberry tree
under dark blue/purple skies
birdsong on the wind
red orb descending
midst the hello and goodbye
the wandering hours
evening breeze caress
sun lurks in shadows of night
mulberries so ripe
During my early teens found it out
what did I find out? I colour blind
and so I am still same today
can't name some colours so hard to find
But I can still be amazed seeing
all the magnificent colours there is
so many types of blue to gaze upon
love all the bright that don't want to miss
Love red that's so real deep
so shining on lovely lipstick
yellow also so very startling
it's very bright that want to pick
Wearing brown makes me feel good
winter colouring effects viewing wood
colours aplenty lighten up my mood
Blood drips from the kinfe,
The crimson red holds deep pain,
No one knows my fear
Words have power
and strength
They have a gentleness
As soft as a downy feather on a breeze
As passionate as the deep red of the Damask Rose
They also have the power
To cut
To wound
And kill dead
That was once so precious
How harsh and oh so gentle
Is the tongue
How did you get
So prickly and mean?
Does this mean love?
It does, why does it
Seem so harsh?
I am made prickly
For protection and it
Reminds me of the harsh
Times that I’ve been through.
Yes, this is love
Red is the color of love
And it is a strong meaning.
Love is harsh because
You have to take the good
With the bad.
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