curdling gardenias
milky whiteness tinged yellow
scent lingers
Categories:
gardenias, flower,
Form: Haiku
Three white gardenias
Clear, small vase filled with water
Liquid now dried up
Cry an overflowing stream
Fill the vase to no avail
Categories:
gardenias, death, love,
Form: Tanka
Gleam
As snow
Rich deep white…
Divine sweet scent!
Enticed, I inhale…
Nights heaven sent
In moon bright
As glow
Streams
(Repost from 5/31/2016 for ‘Say it in Nine’ contest
Categories:
gardenias, flower,
Form: Ninette
The lily of the valley,
Is tuned to say hello.
Gardenias drop their petals,
And gardens are aglow.
The smell of summer meadows,
A fragrance sweet and true.
Blossom to greet the sunshine,
And start the day anew.
I stop to wonder at the sight,
And gather in the scene.
Of winged petals caught in flight,
And grass that’s lush and green.
All the birds in chorus rhyme,
Their song so sweet to say...
Work must cease, and all eyes feast,
On such a glorious day.
Joanna Davis
Categories:
gardenias, beautiful, blessing, celebration, flower,
Form: Verse
+ Gardenias and God +
An enchanting gardenia, can only be our joy,
If we are in a constant relationship with it.
When we are, it grows filling our souls~ ah, magnificently, divine!
With the Creator of the Universe, take a lesson from the gardenia.
Beauty and peace, that literally, shines.
It can be our inheritance, both yours and mine!
July 9, 2020
7:45am PST
Categories:
gardenias, flower, god, hope, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Faerie maiden feels absolute bliss
Gracing gorgeous garden with gardenia power
Angelic guides watch urging her truth
Her majestic presence opens up flower
Gracing gorgeous garden with gardenia power
Enthusiastic brownies and elves follow her.
Her majestic presence opens up flower
They marvel at her innocent essence
Enthusiastic brownies and elves follow her.
Angelic guides watch urging her truth.
They marvel at her innocent essence.
Faerie maiden feels absolute bliss.
Categories:
gardenias, fairy,
Form: Pantoum
The sun was brightly shining
the morning when he left.
Gardenias reminding me,
of my father’s death.
I was about a child of four,
when sirens rang in war.
Though fifty years, not rid of tears
the charge of distant fears.
How mother’s heart was weeping,
the day the message gave.
In requiem guns were singing;
white flowers on his grave.
Remembering the day his eyes
first flickered into light.
Feeling all his human cries;
so glad in his delight.
Man, here, not contented.
Again the sirens rang.
With arms a-well presented,
his bugle proudly sang.
The sun was brightly shining
the morning when he left.
Gardenias reminding me,
of my baby’s death.
Categories:
gardenias, death,
Form: Elegy
Gardenias' soft white flowers
Release a delicate scent
Young love brought me a few buds
Then love was a friend
The flower's essence floated
From the one placed in my hair
Now in winter their buds pressed
Among love's pages
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Dodoitsu
Written: February 6, 2015
Love or humor
No meter or rhyme
7,7,7,5
7,7,7,5
Categories:
gardenias, beauty, introspection,
Form: Dodoitsu
The heady scent that summer evening
glorified a lady much adored;
musky premonitions of an unrequited love,
a passion much too deep to be ignored.
All-consuming frenzy, reason did not rule
his fevered mind. She had said, 'no more!'
yet he can't accept her condemnation, won't endure
a heartache that would cut him to the core.
Another man vied for her favours,
she answered in kind with a vow
to be faithful for evermore, sealed with a kiss,
what obstructions would hamper her now?
The two men met at dawn with pistols drawn,
back to back they readied for the fray,
their seconds stood at hand to ensure a fair result,
one man would lose his life that fateful day.
Gardenias fill the air with the fragrance of desire;
two men at odds, emotions frayed, yet resolute.
Two shots resound through early morning light,
one man lies dead, the other's hopes are moot.
Categories:
gardenias, adventure, courage, men,
Form: Verse
GOUGED GARDENIAS
I remember chamomile
And how it made me feel
As she sat opposite me but not in opposition
For allies were we in a world woven by wonder
Where thunder was forbidden
With diamonds hidden in every promised verb
And a wealth of knowledge in a single simple word
While we sipped on nectar in September
Yes, I remember chamomile
She ought be near me now as roses bloom
Sipping exquisitely from a cup of cherished china baptized by her lips divine
While I stared strenuously into eyes that mirrored Merlin’s magic
And foretold my destiny that she alone would decisively design
With legs crossed demurely and shoulders arched in a most distinctive manner
As we shared tea in a garden where gouged gardenias beg to heal
Yes, I remember chamomile
She ought but she is naught upon this day
As I revamp a history to more aptly suit the taste of a mournful man
Hiding flaws with fallacies and deception with a perception rooted in remorse
Wherein, of course, lies the truth proud with profundity
And the silhouette of yesterday blurred by the memory of that September
Yes, I remember chamomile
And how it made me feel
© 2006.…free cee!
Categories:
gardenias, angst, me, me,
Form: Free verse
gardenia blossoms -
creamy white petals exhale
fragrance from heaven
for Constance' Haiku me some nature, please
Kim Merryman
9/2/11
Categories:
gardenias, nature,
Form: Haiku
My gardenia bushes are blooming
With flowers creamy white
Their lovely fragrance fills the air
On a humid night
They greet everyone
Who comes to my front door
If I'd know they would be so beautiful
I would have planted more
Too soon the blossoms fade
Unfortunely, they don't last long
But I can recall their fragrance
Like the words of a favorite song
I really wish they bloomed forever
For they smell so divine
Guess I'll just enjoy them for now
These lovely gardenias of mine
Categories:
gardenias, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme