Delphinium Poems | Examples


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The Three Perfumes

I wish to breathe in ~
      lose myself, as my head tilts back
    and I fill with fragrance 

         be lost upon lost, flowing, fleeing
    invisibly within layers, locked in

          bound to perfumed memories
       that I return to unaccompanied 
  a ghost within their harmless essence 

    you are one deep inhalation away
  I stop before my lungs are full
      still able to tell dreams from reality

        I hold three thoughts 
      three notes that detail my existence 
   I am the rose, delphinium blue & lily white

evaporative unless curated
   an apparition, unheld, unholdable
  recalled only to mind 

      redolent and intoxicated
         by lingering base notes
    unforgettable 
but distinguished by the fact
          you remain 
                      the unforgiven 


Inspired by The Three Perfumes by Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh

Remembering Bealman

Cat three-tooth, cat stone-deaf, cat sidewinder walk,
Old Bealman stalked the croaking, the croaking,
with forepaws meek stroking
airs of a summer cool night.

Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.

Delphinium, the roses, lupine interposes
a shadow of fortressed green leaf
disguises the notion my Bealman supposes—
to seize, dismember it through,
make self-concocted, dishering frog stew.

Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.

Night hours accounting, morning’s surmounting,
a bird warning Bealman, his patience to thin.
Croaking still blending, a flower stalk was bending,
two legs, peaking out, sent Bealman straight in.

Bealman, Oh my Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Frog fisher & free.

I saw Bealman beaming; I saw Bealman beaming.
How cats manage beaming I’ll wonder again.
Since Bealman was twenty, any beaming is plenty.
I loved my old Bealman, my frog fisher friend.

Bealman, Bealman, my meow dear Sealman,
Frog fisher & free.

Premium Member A Poet Uncovered

lights grow fast
     hard times bring
      gentle verse
murmured with a smile
a devotee of courage
unafraid
      to reminesce
      to charm
in an innovative
                      form
yes
with an agony of effort
quite so
     an inner change
     a compulsion
        ethereal
an earthbound
               spirit
softened
     in an
          antique outline
discrepancies...yes
      yet measured
      to realise this dream
in beautys bloom
     so delphinium blue
insubstanial in demeanour
yet oh so true
      once faded
      scattered
      still full of style
perceptive emotions lay confused
        restless melting
clearly visible on the brow
age
 in  a self portrait
   words
     from yesteryear


Premium Member In the Morning

IN THE MORNING

     In the morning I chew on birds, 
East-caffeinated chirping words.*
My adjectives ink-up with dawn,
To catch the shimmer of a fawn.

     My mind’s sharp though my eyes are blurred. 
With strong coffee my poem’s stirred.
Day shades blue and green as I yawn,
in the morning.

     In the shadow of silent-curds, 
the first light’s delphinium-spurred,
my muse ~ with brush in hand has drawn ~
Of flowing quill-stars I’m a pawn.
The whispers in my ear oft heard
In the morning. 

7/19/2019
Rondeau Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina

*East as in the sun rises in the East

Premium Member My Family

flowers are women
in my family’s garden -
Mom and her daughters

rhythm surrounds me
as I sway in contentment -
September’s Aster

Geranium Jen
bends graciously in the breeze - 
our southern comfort

charming Melanie
with her sunflower brightness
warms us with her smiles

Our sister Doris
the stalwart Gladiolus
will never fail us

With perseverance
Thea boldly holds her own -
sweet Delphinium

Mom at our center
a spiritual iris
simply inspires us

A forget-me-not
for my sisters and mother -
and roses of love


WRitten May 3, 2016 for the Haiku on "My Family"Poetry Contest of marvin celestial

(I used flowers that symbolized the traits of my sisters and my mother)

Mud Season

Anacreontic verse...

Mud season
Boots squishing
Wind blasting
Cyan lips pursed
Enough already
God hates us

The assaultive
Translucent blue
Frigid raindrops
Horizontal
Penetrating
Get indoors

Oh, let the sun-soaked
Gloom breaking
Cerulean sky
Merrily melt
the gray-cobalt
coffin clouds

Soon, the bright
Azure blooms
It will bring
Delphinium
Blue hyacinth
Geranium

Glowing in the sun
Warm wind 
Pollen wafting
Softening breeze
God’s mercy is right
Around the corner

4/2/16
For contest: Anacreontic Verse 3
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs


Her Name Is Synesthesia

--Her Name is Synesthesia --

 I imagine color so vivid 
  leaving those lips--
   as if a doorway 
to another dimension.

Each hue a photon fingerprint;
appearing in this moment 
a manifestation--
lovely, serene, glowing. 

The visible spectrum 
      of your soul dancing 
            like willows in mid September.

Green goddess of dawn strolling throughout the night sky;
forest hiding its identity; snow covered and silent--
horizon bursting into flames a million miles away;

     mere abbreviations of you.

Shimmering foam gliding 
  across the shoreline
     before retreating back home--

I long for such dedication.

                  Where have you been?

During the tens of thousands 
of circles the clock hands ran 
while I sat as a delphinium 
missing the sun in December.

 While needles surf my skin
 carving among this canvas
 I can only wonder--
daydream and decipher;

Yes, I remember.

Garden

Through the cracks in my paving
I'm growing lemon thyme
The rosemary I'm saving
In my cooking will taste divine.

Apple mint and dill, Parsley and chives
Basil and coriander, Oregano and sage
The fragrances in our gardens
Stay with us all our lives. 

Some strange people call them egg plants
but aubergines are their real names
My courgettes and tomatoes 
Now planted in cold frames.

Delphinium in the borders
Magnolia and roses too
Chrysanthemum and dahlia
Arriving right on queue .

Sweet pea near the back wall
Climbers of every kind
Seeing my cherry tree's in full bloom
always blows my mind.

I've got red hot pokers
Buddleia for the butterflies
The beauty of my snowball tree's
Is like nectar for the eyes.

A garden is a living space
It should not be neglected or left alone
Let it become your magical place
An extension of your home.

Premium Member Double Delight

Out of  a seed,new life,
  Then a root;
Out of this soil,a tip,
  Then a shoot;
Out from a stalk,a stem.
  Then a gem;
Out of the blue,flowers,
  my delphinium.
Out of its root,new life,
   a new shoot,
Out of this shoot,a stem
     again;
Twice over , flowers my
  delphinium.

Whispery Questions

Pandemonium
Adds to my delirium
Wild delphinium

By Robb A. Kopp

Premium Member Second Hand September

Two
for one-
late tableau
delphinium
show

Mt kind of plant-Double flowering bargain Summer and Fall

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