Faeries catch tears that drain from your soul
They sift away fears mix them in blue bowl
Add some sparkling water and dandelion dust
Tooth fairy tarter from old heirloom tooth rust
Stirring with whimsical wands they sing loud
Restructuring the tears into those for smiles
Where do tears go when they fall from cries
Fuchsia faeries know making tears of joy and pride
photons of fuchsia
shimmer on rippling waters ~
sunset brushed vistas
You play with my emotions
Make fuchsia fun of my devotion
You only teal take never give
Your love is fake not true or real
At first you were attentive
Love bombing not defensive
You slowly grew like a black sin
A snake coming out it’s skin
You want me to stay close
So you can swallow me whole
Your lies are like liquid gold
Shiny and full of false hope
Life is to short to live somber sad
In tomb with green groom gone mad
For your heart is dark and untrue
We must part I’m leaving blue you
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
Fuchsia fairy flying fast
Muse improve my poetry
Inspiring windows of past
Visions provisions owed to me
Cure me of this crime of rhyme
Turn it off with a waving wand
Fill me like a cup of red wine
With words that read like a psalm
I must find strength
despite deep purple pain
Be blue but encouraged
Finding purpose in dilemma
Using my mind to remember
Times were better or worse
For now be like flying blue bird
Rise above the pain and rain
Into the whitest curing clouds
The wind flowing over limbs
Refreshing blessing caressing
Mind over bodily matters
My heart despite tattered
Beats still for the past present future
Even in pain we can nurture
Become a sample of God’s grace
An example of fuchsia faith
She’s dainty and pretty in pink and purple
Modeling her ruffled dress and her fuchsia hat
As her long and slender legs dance in the wind
She’s intoxicatingly beautiful and enchanting
Wild bees seductively buzz all around her
Waiting to taste her dewy petals and nectar
A hummingbird stops and sips in her beauty
The wind picks up as her ruffles sway all around
A light rain quenches her in a cool misty dew
Her whimsy’s short lived as she soon drops off
I had heard of this orange and pink tree,
but doubted such a beauty could exist
Thought my friends had exaggerated.
Oh, no they had not.
It is more gloriously beautiful than they said.
I take twenty-six photos, but none are half as wonderful as the tree herself.
I call my husband and tell him to bring two sleeping bags.
We are going to sleep under this tree tonight.
He brings one bag.
James did not invite a lot of guests
they had to know him better than the rest
his mother had decorated his apartment nest
in hot pinks and fuchsia, a friendship test
he had protested when he had first seen his lair
I am the expert, his mother said, to be quite fair
she also wanted to give overeager girlfriends a scare
staying over meant that they probably did really care
Passion flowers climb
in the age of sweet fragrance
Fuchsia passion vines
Still beauty honoring day
upon the soon starlit way
Fuchsia fantastic
heart-stopping surprise mid stride
Rare fruits so tasty
Sun wonder of walled gardens
headed in all directions
Fabulous fuchsia flutters open,
Like an angel spreading her silky wings,
Pink, white, violet ~ heavenly token
of vivid colour, pulling at heartstrings.
The zinnias purchased were of fuchsia
Then reproduction died
All the beauty's contribution
Left garden's side
Sadness filled lovers' hearts; tore them apart
Gold zinnias left, too
She decided green ones to start
Some orange, not blue
Patience grows a garden, prayer gives hope
Love covers many sins
Giving the faithful means to cope
Right always wins
Written: January 05, 2023
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Zip, zig, zag, zing
Checked with syllablecounter.net, orange can be pronounced with one syllable and in this poem it is one syllable.
Colors of zinnias given as gifts have meaning.
Fuchsia, hot pink, magenta means deep and everlasting love
Yellow means warmth and happiness
Green means nature, renewal, growth, and emotion
Orange means health and vitality
Home from School
A little stream by the village bridge.
Clear cold water over jagged stones
searched for pieces of china in the mud
as we meandered slowly home.
Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and
a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far.
We sucked sweet nectar from fuchsia flowers
on our way home from school
Sometimes on lazy summer days,
When the workmen were on the road,
We pressed our toes in black tar bubbles,
And an asphalt oily smell, followed us home
A robin's nest was a sacred find
purple foxglove,waving our fairy hands
a homemade doll,yellow plaited straw
treasures home from school
Off for milk to Twomey's farm,
huge cow-beasts, dirty, with leather-silk skin
in September our berry purple mouths
a juicy feast all the way home
newborn fuchsia
raises its head to the sun
inspiration
As flushed as ripe plums the fuchsia does swell
Weighted with thick sap its cloak lushly blooms
Passion’s flower sweetly grieves sad farewell
As our goodbye speaks like this summer’s plume
Our waltz in the sun like sultry guitars
Fueled fiery flames to warm us through the night
Hearts lay like cinders to mix with the stars
Embers smoldered while it squandered our light
Sweet rain does fall as tears with our parting
Shadowed skies have embraced our love’s blind fate
Lost in the glow of sad secrets guarding
Ill-fated lovers whose dance came too late
I can ere forget the lingering fire
For burning hearts bleed with lonely desire
May 6, 2021
Summer Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
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