Soonest our fingers, back and forth
A lyre's sublimities
As frailly fair, in passing o'er
Augur, thrush-sung, thee
Threaded is each stem, in and out
Earth's quivering airwaves
Of freesia and jonquil visions.
Maid's, symbolically.
Many,many a years ago;
Along the oceans billow
In an admixed susurrance blow
And unraveling the twilight shadow
A lone valiant bard lies-
Been there till the sand dries
And listened by the ocean's cries-
And slept by the shore of ocean's eyes
Many,many a years before;
By the time of tulips hoar
I heard a lutenist lore
To whom he played for
A lady called Anabel-
To whom his heart fell
To a lady named Anabel-
Yet far he couldn't tell
Many,many a bygone days;
On a day of summers haze
And the glistening twilight blaze
A maiden danced upon a rolling hays
Lulls and she lulls with a gilded lyre
O' her eyes of brilliant sapphire
Lo thither a flame or a fire
To be fair and be fairer; her attire
Many,many a time agone;
He sang a dirge all alone
To her,those mournful tone
Wilt the corsage once she own
And he sang a dirge at bleary noon
Smelt the freesia,whitish as moon
Quoth he,'await me I'll come soon
await me I'll come soon'
Near ocean surf, buds bloom.
Duet-sashay in silky dress.
Side to side sway of locks.
Teeny feet in tall grass.
Brunette and strawberry blonde.
Pinwheel-limbs like pale ballerinas.
Midnight-bare without glass,
Fairy-soles in overgrown freesia.
Sisters in momentum of glee.
Brushed eyes, opened and closed.
Dreamers adrift on waft canvas.
Ebb-flow of pink stars, superimposed.
Spring with full bright blossoms in cheers or zing.
Dulcet sunshine never turning scorcher.
Pigeons flutter in frolic to fling.
Colourful flowers blooming : Spring’s culture.
Crocus showing delightful decorum .
Cosmos glistening yellow -violet chiffon
Cloudless sky shine silky on Sun’s spectrum.
Butterflies flying freely off and on.
Bidding bye to snowy frosty Winter,
Fresh freesia sending sweet scent to flow.
Lively lovely jolly Spring to enter.
Birds sing honouring holy Spring to bow.
Spring stitching luminous lustre like gold.
Resurrection of soothing sense from cold .
To lose you, seeing
One so immersed
In a light, silken petalled
As soft dispersed
Least concerning if
So clearly fair
But scented for the freesia
One's presence there!
We wander through so many gardens,
doting robins, ignoring the crows.
Our personal oasis is an unfinished poem.
Plastic flowers may last longer, but their dead scent,
cannot compare to freesia and frangipani.
In fading grey sunset,
I crumble, crouching in musk air.
An arch frame with withered wood skin
and paint peeling in need of black dye,
but still Shalimar honeysuckle wraps like a quilt,
weaving around amber roses and velvet clematis.
Battle scarred thorns may stick and prick
these gangly timber legs, but each blemish
is soothed from butterflies floating from petal to petal.
In speeding winds I rock like an armchair,
helpless to save cherry blossoms falling,
creating a carpet of pink upon flakes of green.
Knotweeds sneak through a resurfaced pebble path,
but my dandelion heart seems fond of its purple tint.
Midnight raindrops sting like sake,
but I know dawn will bring bright blue skies.
COLOURFUL
Allium is raising king Spring’s alarm
Easter red bud is shining in red glow.
Freesia sending descent scent to flow.
Crocus is spreading Spring’s first cheerful charm.
Daffodils dance delight in decorum
Hyacinths honor holy Spring to bow
Gorgeous Gardenia loves to grow.
Begonia is beating loud Spring’s drum.
Flowers not extra or season's burden.
Iris idly smiles sweet and shyly nod
Kangaroo paw beautifies mother tree.
Marigold makes merry in Spring-Garden
Jasmine looks gracious as gift of God
Dazzling Lilies glaze, smile and swing in glee.
Strolling down the old, gray, cobblestone path, encircled by soft shade,
Golden plumes enhanced by indigo and violet are visible as light fades.
The emerald and clover leaves of willows weep, drooping from limbs overhead,
bubbling, trickling, water is audible from a nearby creek bed.
Freesia, Lavender, and sweet honeysuckle scents hang in the air.
Succulent, juicy, and tempting ripe fruit hang everywhere.
Desiring a taste, I clutch a shimmering, burgundy plum,
I lose myself in the decadence of its flesh on my tongue.
Suddenly, a soft, gentle breeze teases my hair, tickling my skin,
Alas, I awaken, to pull on my overalls, and head outside and begin,
It’s not as perfect as what my dreams held within,
not as fragrant, shady, or filled to the brim,
but as I bite the product of my own hard work again,
I realize it’s MY perfect garden.
The sweetest fresh aroma filling a room.
tufts of narrow leaves a summer bloom
like trumpets all in a row
on Wiry stems grow.
Colours bright
graceful
a delight.
Used in bottled scents
a symbol of innocence.
Pure white chosen for a wedding day
proudly adorning a blushing brides bouquet.
It was summertime and the day was turning red,
The freesia hours had gone past in loveliness;
And upon a limb sat a black crow with a cherry,
For 'twas suppertime and a banquet was spread!
A starlight dinner rather than dancing candles,
And skies went from crimson to ruby to garnet.
Porcelain moonlight gleamed on silken feathers,
And black roses flung dusky scents with abandon.
The red ember sun glowed fiercely horizontally,
Still highlighting the beauty of my cherry tree!
Dear Rosie so sweet, no so clue
Less I long for the day you grow and you bloom
How I wish for your petals to not fall but rise
But you are no fool for my pretty little lies.
I owe you for nothing and for nothing I owe
Longing for a simple smile and a lifeless hello
You never see me straight ahead
treating me like the dirt for your rose bed.
I am no Freesia full of passion and joy
I am a Daisy known not to tell of your judgment and sour pollen tube
Tell I will when the sun arises
Tell I will when you all seem too good to bloom
So now your leaves fall as they do
I continue to wonder how you grew
You smell bad and look Astray with you big stem which don’t stand straight
Do not look at me for help when you follow the flow
Keep sitting still and be gone
You say that makes no sense but I was doing it for years
So stand still, be strong and most of all hold on
Finally, it is my time I watch your petals fall and mine will arise
Dainty Freesia clings on stem, leaf by leaf
adorning July a lush motif
to weave grandeur through the night
when bold scents invite--
rich display
of curls,
mauve, blue-gray:
Fields soak in her charm
as bell-like outlines disarm
one summer’s thrilled nearness, its rebirth
enchanting my heart in this landscape of mirth.
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Written 7/2/2019
Contest of Dear Heart: Writing Challenge 2,
June 2019 - A Summer Flower-
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Checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
Green shoots start emerging from a tiny corm
vibrant flowers bloom when sun is warm
I drink in their sweet perfume
in my living room.
I adore
bright blooms
I want more
in purple and red
growing in my flower bed
freesia flowers give such delight
their jeweled colors are a glorious sight
Writing Challenge 2, June 2019- A Summer Flower- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Checked with how many syllables
6/25/19
Johnny, jump up, spring thyme has sprung!
Sun's morning glory pours into your window peaks.
Arise, tired eyes, lift your cheeks with a smile!
Kiss me sweetly; These tulips are for you.
Lettuce turnip the volume of robins' chirping
by a closer stride, a stroll outside.
Take a breath of fresh air, as it freesia.
Butterflies drink from the dew of the buttercups.
Bluebells are ringing a welcoming beet.
Blue birds are singing their rhapsodies.
Lilacs are back in full bloom.
Make room for Dusty Miller.
His baby's breath is stiller
than a sweet pea in the valley.
Orange you happy that you rose up
to see our mums in perfect peace?
Cauliflower a weed or a treat;
Some flowers are even healthy to eat!
Lettuce romaine here and taste the scene.
Thistle be an amazing spring!
Flowers:
Johnny Jump Up
Morning Glory
Tulips
Freesia
Buttercups
Bluebells
Lilac
Dusty Miller
Baby's Breath
Sweet Pea
Rose
Mums
Herbs:
Thyme
Vegetables:
Lettuce
Turnip
Beet
Cauliflower
Romaine Lettuce
Fruit:
Orange
Weeds:
Thistle
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset,
nature’s inflorescence meadows charm tread.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
Gleam before the blooms fade and all forget.
Lavender, Daffodil, Take Me Instead!
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset.
Balm Jasmine, Hyacinth, Granny’s Bonnet,
slightest glow of early morning love shed.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
Marigold, Primrose, at bay ... they trumpet,
raising spring voices in radiance bed.
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset.
Freesia, Begonia, nimbus duet,
rainbow chardonnay bouquet, insect fed.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
Splashes of color for the daily fret,
nourishing aglow with warmth, grace breath spread.
Bathing in the afterglow of sunset.
Sprays of flowers for my woven basket.
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