Dreamily, she whiled the empty hours
with her little dolls and her crayon box.
She drew lonely princesses in towers,
hummed to herself, pulled up her socks,
and sketched a field of colorful flowers.
The forlorn blooms lay flat beneath her gaze.
She wondered, would it be as she had feared -
this would be one of those sad, hollow days.
Then, on the page, the sun and breeze appeared,
as lovely blossoms came alive, ablaze.
in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood -
wildflower whirlwind
met world
Flowers look beautiful
Like beautiful girls
But there are some beautiful flowers
That need to be cared by gentle men
Whose hands don't afraid to get dirt
Whose mind don't skip to water it everyday
Giving the flowers enough sunlight they blossom more
Don't escape responsibility to nurture it
Flowers are beautiful and delicate
Like girls are sensitive and fragile
Girls are easy to get along with
But their hearts so easily get hurt
Once hope is abandoned, girl's sweetness fades
Girls who's love is tame, their heart will stay.
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four
lovely poetess
working on her new poem
the neat flower girl
Ever since I was just a little girl,
I loved to leap and dance, swirl, whirl and twirl.
Also, each day I liked to pick flowers,
oh, I could do this for hours, hours.
Sometimes, I would do both things, twirl and pick,
when doing this I had to be quite quick.
The blooms for mom- made up a collection,
jars on window sills placed with affection.
On days that it rained I would paint things,
that mom displayed and that gave my heart wings.
Do you do little things for mom each day ?
like pick or paint her a great big bouquet !
summery regal
by roadway
little girl's june crown
Petite orange carrots were slipping off of her hat
Lilies and petunias said “what do you think of that?”
Roses and carnations gave a little appreciation dance.
Celery and parsley flavored a stew south of France.
Glittering beauty her name is Gladiolus
Into blossom of her ringing heart Geranium
Rich spectrum of different colors Gerbera
Leaving most in mute admiration Gardenia
A daisy-faced sky. Of all
Reawoke freshness
The most trustful lit, so leant
In its cheerfulness.
Pale, spotless, impeccable.
Where's its schoolgirl's mime?
Besides, Day, as flushed to greet
Its well past which time!
Feminine, each stitch. Whilst ludicrous
A flower to name.
Its garment and its person
Are one and the same!
Romantic-minded, young flower girl in delicate chiffon blue
Flipped her dainty lace petticoats up; her name was Lu.
Her lively hands kept touching the embroidered flowers.
She was excited about the wedding and all the showers
I swim slowly, almost languidly,
But alert, careful not to let my hands
Break the surface, make the faintest sound.
Oppressive stillness into which a tropical bird
Cries with an old man's voice.
Only my eyes and nose above
The smooth warm liquid.
My long black hair rising and falling across
The small eddies of my movement.
A white gardenia behind one ear.
Darn! I can never remember which ear!
The Japanese are everywhere!
This may sound a little bizarre
But listen to my tale of love
A tale so rare, so tender, so sweet
Transcends all others above
Way back in nineteen-fifty-seven
Sweet Linda and I were married
Our flower girl was her eight year old sister
A bouquet of roses she carried
Linda and I enjoyed many great years
Till tragedy struck in ninety-eight
Contracting a very rare form of cancer
A disease that sealed her fate
Sadly she passed away early next year
Losing her courageous fight
Gave her blessing to our flower girl and me
Her dying wish... we would unite
Never guessing two years down the road
Our lives would again collide
Flower girl Cathie so demure and sweet
Walked down the aisle as my bride
My Granddaughter
Haiku
Just a bit of time
My pretty Vivienne Lei
Gave me a sheer joy.
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