herbaceous perennials
annual
biennial
low subshrubs
basal stems.
opposite, simple, mostly linear
strongly glaucous grey green
blue green.
five petals,
frilled or pinked
all pale to dark pink.
Looping hieroglyphic attire that dressed the miserly in cloaks of fired up brimming pride so catcher does this seeth beneath the sky, sky blue or frilled for venom, which enraptured the hornet as the serpent spent bills oh? Enough of the price? Is the motherly kind word not my own spoken twice?
In luminous light tonight, beneath June's jaded moon,
a beautiful bloom stands tall against my garden wall.
So profoundly pure as to lure the pollen seekers
on those golden days when warm rays of the sun
frame its frilled beauty as dawn spills across my lawn.
Bees seize the chance to collect its sweet nectar,
as if it was Heaven sent for the fragrant floral scent
of that single long-stemmed white petaled rose.
But cut that perfect flower, I would never, ever do.
To end the length of its natural life would be a sin,
most deserving of having my hand torn by a thorn
if I dared get too close to harming this ravishing rose.
That innocent flora, that beauteous white rose chose
to grow and glow as an alabaster statue in my flower bed.
No other could possibly prevail over its pallid loveliness
when dew drops cling to her as she's gently caressed
each summer morning by fingers of the wafting wind.
My Dogs
How happy my dogs are to find a tree.
Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee.
They are a disciplined crew.
All three line up in a queue.
When they are done, a flowing stream you’ll see!
My Cat
I have a pet, a little tabby cat
She likes to curl inside my frilled brown hat
She has bristle like whiskers
Not strong as that of tuskers
In daylight she sprawls on my woolly mat
Onyx veined moon
peeps behind a frilled
crystal cut cloud adrift
black ink stoic sky
has its pallette
pleading for a
bristled brush
in the hands
of visionary
captivated by
a mystic miracle
that glowing orb
it neatly nestles
whilst weaving
wispy strands
of scattered
lunar beams
oe’r pliant
dark tree top
foliage swaying
to sharp breeze
scenic stimulus
an earnest art
grove gallery by
adjoining stream
in flow and trickle
stint akin to cue
for lambent
loiterer glum
so perplexed
yet inward
inkling as orbit
of the artisan
pen or paint
closet dabbler
whose inertia
frozen frigid
hidebound
hankers for
silken swoon
from that
celestial
of bodies
to spark
a latent fiery
gumption
bubbling
blandly
within each
arch after
hour budding
Rembrandt
Dream moon gazing,
at its flit and flow,
over urban slumber,
that nocturnal bliss,
haze of radiance,
blissful balm benign,
shivery glow aligned,
dark ink canvass,
skyline thirst for,
wink and blink,
star dust menu,
green leaf copse,
smothered hedge row,
black veiled footpath,
lack of lustre,
from the heavens,
yet passing orb,
behind frilled clouds,
in spartan bounty,
might shed blob,
of lean luminance.
Drenched in pouring rain
With no parasol, but just a frilled hat
To cover her head,
With a bouquet of delicate golden blooms
Clasped firmly in hands, in the dusk
She waded through the rain swept avenue,
Her heart thumping in anticipation.
But he brushed past her, indifferent.
The moon stood behind,
Teasing her on her squashed romance.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Look at her fairy wings marked and checkered with dark veins
And the frilled edges of its wings spotted with polka white stains.
With every swing and every dive in the air, this marvel does amaze
With its mesmerizing dance, a wondrous sight inviting us to gaze.
The blue butterfly merges well with the azure sky as it ascends higher.
As a splash of cobalt, again it comes down, landing on another flower.
Its gentle spirit inspires us to soar high, fly and flutter on wings of joy
Though its life is short, with the wind under its wings, it is out to enjoy!
she plucks pink petals one by one till there none
a stark bare stem with beauty gone and empty
would that she could glue them back but it is done
and now no soft and secret silk will tempt thee
even the green, moist, straight stem bends in the sun
and there are fresh new flowers full and plenty
a vast field of flowers frilled and frenzied sought
yet only this can tell if he loves you not
Sunrise and already the water
is being seared with a glow
as if under a grill.
You can feel the heat building
in the morning air, the sand
still warm from yesterday.
The tide has left the creature
stranded on the beach,
its frilled sail glistening
and rigged with blue tentacles
clumped menacingly beside
its motionless body.
The sun will soon cook it
to a dried out bladder.
This drifting marvel of murder
is now no more than sea phlegm
coughed up on the crest
of a wave. It looks so pitiful.
And yet it still
has the power to inflict
a painful sting. Venom
waits for one last desperate
chance to snare some poor
careless prey.
My fingers seem possessed
with a will to pick it up
to see how it feels without
being stung. I hover somewhere
between head and hand,
stranded by indecision.
Footnote
This is one of a series of poems
that have the shoreline as the
backdrop for the exploration
of meaning in things washed up
on the beach or in the experience
of being in the moment.
Paul
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
tapping into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
phasing into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with love and care day and night
You gladden me all through the day
That my verse on roses before all, gleefully I lay
Amid stinging thorns and the cover of leafy green
Your frilled beauty is sometimes veiled unseen
But as the wind croons all day in your ear
Your sweet fragrance spreads in the husky air
Thus, we are drawn to your hidden presence
And come to know of your lovely existence
You appear most beautiful when budding new
Lovely you are when your petals glisten, washed in dew
My Garden serves as a therapy in stress and strain
It is there, I forget and forego all my pain
When the first rays of light fall on the flowers
And the leaves are beaded with dew drops in bowers
I get out to work in nature’s household
And it brings me returns and rewards manifold
As I pull out every unwanted weed
A bit of my grief, I am learning to set aside
Sure, the smiling flowers give me lots of cheer
And my health improves, as I inhale morn’s fresh air
Diamond due droplets
Adorn fresh flowers
Calm comely comets
Flowers nectar filled
Sway in Zen Zephyr
Petals curl furl frilled
Zen Zephyr scent wafts
Tempt the tender buds
Taunt the tough thriftlofts
Tender buds spread smiles
Unleash aroma
Swath in sublime styles
Aroma outspread
Soothes the ambiance
Euphoric moods wed
Ambiance gorgeous
Creaturely chorus
16 May 2023
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Across the sideways, bronze framed hall mirror,
A ribbon of infrared light imprinted itself,
Like a streak of alien sky;
Hours later, it dimmed and blew out, like an ill-furnished house.
Other reflections crawled across like tarantulas...
Somebody's corduroy acorn brown trouser legs and spotless tapshoes;
Somebody's long-lashed, hazel-ringletted doll; it was wearing a lacy, tulip-embroidered smock with frilled edges, and it was napping in a nook.
One day, somebody slipped-up; their teacup, which had a watercolour lily design, ended-up on the mirror:
The owner of reflections fragmented,
Until it was nothing but a set of chess pieces, cluttering a dustpan.
A crescent of sun splintered the window, targeting the shards in the can like yellow rose hued rainbows.
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