Under the shadow of the drifting lull
Shapeless shroud, the bright yellow sun
Is an infusion of joy.
It lies in the warm gray sidewalk scene,
Gazing at the sky, still and serene,
Listening to and watching whispering shadows
Move into the heartbeat of the city.
As they ignore its smile, with a flicker of spark
And the dust of the world.
Never calm, but constantly moving,
Sunset closes the day with inviting twilight.
Effortlessly dissolving the view of the dark blue night,
The Floret early spring nectar glides on the wind.
Over weeds that have sprung up.
Spring
nature's
floret growth
embrace renewed
woven change journey
a sign of hope
reclaiming
right to
rise
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
If in all innocence
broccoli brings out flatulence
not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells
will it impart from a single floret
and in the end when it rends
does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet?
And what about the brussel sprout?
No doubt it will create heady fallout
and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast
as you are and repeat all you eat
this gas too at last shall pass.
Also the humble cucumber
which on you may do a number
what light wind
breaks through yonder soft butt?
Smile if while seated at the dinner table
as you may be able to blame the mutt.
double blue lilac
lush doublet floret clusters
bravely elegant
visiting in May
unmistakable fragrance
bringing me such joy
‘Hi ! Miss Floret ! Why are you in hurry ?’
‘ Oh , Dear ! Posy of flowers to carry.
Mom runs a flower shop.
My duty is to drop
flowers ! My days are bright and flowery .’
‘ So nice ! Whole day to be touched by flowers !’
‘ Yes Dear ! Upon me sweet smell to shower.
Flowers to distribute.
No problem absolute.
I am to deliver after school hours.
Also during holidays, extra bliss
My daily schedule I will never miss.
The full day to enjoy
offering love and joy.
Best gift for every being, her or his.
In a province exploited
by prejudiced seasons,
a minority ebony rose
is taunted by prominent
i v o r y l i l i e s.
Biased blossoms ridiculing
tones of its charcoal petals,
yet blooming in the same
quilt of soil as each other.
Soothing raindrops
never discriminate though,
as scents of petrichor
fuse with floret elegance,
nor does the sun only shine
for the privileged,
as all flora sunbathes in
the passions of its rays,
refreshed by the same
migrating gentle breeze.
Scarlet beetles
munch upon lily leaves,
whilst aphids suck
upon rose sepals.
Creepy crawlies
unconcerned with
a p p e a r a n c e,
massacre and spread
like an epidemic.
Until the arrival of
feathered immigrants,
who feast upon an
assortment of morsels.
In any garden,
birds care not for
whom they sing.
They defecate on all flowers,
aware all will wilt eventually.
Winter frost oppresses
regardless of culture,
so birds flee.
But, when roses crumble,
they re-emerge
fresher and brighter,
as their red thorns remain
protecting their right
to flourish freely under
fresh blue skies..
F O R E V E R
From our bodies, dead and deceased,
of decaying flesh rotted off bone,
poking through loose lavish soil
flowers sprout and feed from the sun
From the corpse's arm, a reeling ranunculus
reaches toward the sky’s bright star
snaking its roots between marrow and meal
suckling the dew of morning’s break
From the heel, a snapdragon floret
promenades through the skin of carbon feet
folding petals, one over the other
drawing beauty from
From the stomach, a dahlia blossoms
digesting under a tree’s great shade
awaiting their repressed august-time bloom
only to wilt in a thickened frost
From the chest, a celosia blooms
budding across the lung’s final breath
and releasing into the atmosphere
a life, reborn from nature’s death
Spring Dusting
Though many years have flown with time
Since we met that lovely Spring day
In the dusting of the Springtime
Come scented thoughts of yesterday.
Doing the annual Spring clean
I recall floret adorned trees
Alike watching a silver screen
I glimpse blossom dance o’er the breeze.
Infusing air with sweet perfume
Enhancing the start of romance
That day was made for love to bloom
Our magic began at first glance.
My heart soars as high as the moon
Whilst I am dusting room by room.
*+*+*+*
24th May 2023
In The Dusting Of The Springtime
Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
tooth of a lion
bearing a yellow floret...
harbinger of spring
an invasive plant
the curse of suburban lawns...
the dandelion
(Haiku)
02/16/2023
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
walk by the burial ground
ubiquitous queues of lichen
awninged tombstones string out
engraving summarizes
bold subheading
who was adored by whom
I slide the dainty floret stipends
turn into gleams
scattered embers
riding the withdrawn wind
Written: September 27, 2022
the valley of horror
On my way to the shops in the charming one horse
town called Benafim, I took a shortcut through
a narrow valley like a mensur scar in a high ranking
German officer’s cheek
When down, I regretted my rash idea, airless and still
no birds sang there, and no rabbits crossed the path
sharp floret bushes ominously murmured veiled threats
The trees were pale and long since deceased.
The sun didn’t reach fully here; deep shadows were
dark, murderous spooks waited, the soil was rusty
the blood of those who didn’t find the way out.
I froze and sweated, the track appeared endless and
my dog had disappeared.
Finally, at the exit, I ran the last 50 meters, the dog
waited for me, sensible she had taken the old road.
I was told by the villagers no one walked the there
a massacre from a war forgotten the evil continued.
Tender blooms, double decked,
In white, blue, purple shades,
With wild strawberry scent;
She smiles in innocence,
Stands, in modesty, bent...!
Star-shaped floret clusters,
Spoon-like glossy green leaves,
Juice to creatures she gives;
Sun or monsoon shower,
She bears and gaily lives...!
Symbol of chastity,
Holy shrines she adorns,
In gentle breeze she sways,
Loyalty, love and luck,
To the world she displays...!
Her name means the day's eye,
Her charm lures all poets,
Her presence turns hearts young;
Healing features in her,
By many, have been sung...!
16 April 2022
The Fresh Month of April
Puffy clouds in overcast skies
Sweep across the countryside,
Releasing rain on valley and hill
In the fresh month of April.
Where birds trill and trees floret,
Flowers unfurl and animals rest
In the greening grass by the rill
In the fresh month of April.
A nature scene, vibrant and quaint,
Alive with spirit and scent.
Then comes the pause as the wind stills
In the fresh month of April.
And then sun rays of golden hues
Break through the vapour, flooding the view.
So, dream away wherever you will
In the fresh month of April.
glum cauliflower
buds flowers to fractal shoots
it's Romanesco
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