juniper berry
spirited gentian blue seed ~
purple finch flickers
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Scarcely noticed or getting our attention,
The stately sunflower that bloomed today,
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Taking for granted nature’s grand display
Like the delicate, intricate fringed gentian,
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Scarcely noticed or getting our attention.
Written August 8, 2022
Dennis Mansion
tension gentian
pension pinching
8/30/19
James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Island Blues
My teal eyes rise to southern skies
in soft shades of azure,
A reflection of our aqua serene seas
that sweep the shore.
Summer shallows for novice surfers
in nautical navy shorts swim
From sunrise to sunset when indigo
heavens enchant our eyes with
Dancing diamond stars that mesmerize.
Luna, wrapped in her cobalt robes amid
shrouded clouds, hides.
Midnight lends to darkest sapphire shades in
romantic bejeweled atmosphere
Before gentian skies fade in the majesty
of dawn’s golden light.
7-12-18
© Connie Marcum Wong
Rev. 10-18-18
Brevity In Blue Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart
I'm a resilient plant see I thrive on your absence
You can forget about me but for sure I grow stronger
I won't shrivel, wilt and crumble out of balance
Air and light is all I need in life I conquer.
Roots rich with nutrients foiled your attempts of neglect
Positive motivation in germination I succeed
For this gentian my water retention keeps me erect
It's photosynthesis the sheer willingness in life indeed
Erect on the shelf I think to myself how brave
To have a pulsating xylem from root to the leaves
And the wall of moisture I built to defend the toxic ideas you crave
You see my resilience is pure excellence in life I do achieve.
Adder,badger
barn owl
black hairstreak
silver studded blue
damsel fly
fritillary
sundew-
Marsh helleborine
Duke of Burgundy
goat willow too-
Porcelain fungus
purple emperor
quaking grass
skylark
bush cricket
curlew-
Dowy emerald
bluebell
wild service tree
Gentian
corncockle
widgeon
chalk hill blue
inspired by BBOWT WILD LIFE CHAMPIONS
The October Sky
white and blue hyacinths
float on infinite canvas
water reflects by....
vast as human mind
uncountable mysteries
paint vivid colours....
immense blue gentian
camouflages to orange
the October sky....
Written August 25th, 2015
For contest "October Sky" by SKAT A
Awarded 8th place win
Here in the tropics, fans provide a built-in breeze,
their wind so gentle, laps one’s knees, and butterflies,
gentian blue, fly to sip the morning’s dew
Palm fronds large, and bamboo plants, fight to
scoop unwary ants; and deep below the surface soil
millipedes in moisture coil
Farmers small with tanned, taught-skin, fight to
curb their cows’s chagrin, bouncing udders,
mud-caked hooves, moos that sound the fight begin!
A laughing sun it rains hard down, heat to bake the
foreigners’ frown, while locals hide beneath the shade,
dogs yet not eaten, pant in glade
Traders ask you,” where you from?” repeated mantra
lingers on, and if you think they are your friend, you'll
warm their hearts, when you spend
But’s not for me to predicate, that sumptious missal’s
far too late; I rest and dream in fan’s cool breeze,
while lover’s hand, I gently squeeze.
LEAFWHITE LILIES
dreams simmer like
a twilight of doves
settling upon a
sea of flames
images bound through
fields of ponies
sipping little kisses
from the moon
delicate shadows of
nymphs play games
drawing waves like
silver silhouettes
how sweet the perfume
of frozen leafwhite
lilies rasping gushes
hearts hope inhaled
for now doves remain
gentian and weeping
as ailments prepare
deadly
pointed
missiles
© Kim van Breda—30 January 2015
WANDERING
wandering
and wondering
why…
there are
four coloured
pictures
all
in
a row
angel with a
left wing
right wing
broken wing
another
thing
see the silence
in my
head
see the stab
wounds of
bloodshed
wanting
to be
left
instead
in the scandal
on the mantle
glowing candle
I met Santa
Met
God
In gentian
violent vibrant
blues
© Kim van Breda—14 December 2014
On
lucent
gossamer
wings fulgent in
my precious garden
nymphs spin golden trumpets
welcoming spring. Gentian bells
sway blithely beneath jubilant
incantations arousing cupids
ardent desire blossoming cherry pink.
Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation
The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten curtains a cynical beauty of zephyred gossamer
The time long years doing their gentle but remorseless work
Inside the house light denied world now given to insects and rodents
Left to do nothing but eat and all gone now consume just themselves
Wintertime wind whistles and rain seeps in through gaps
Kept once a garden dissembling now in its own fertility
Nature kindly putting forth hated nettles burrs and docks
By lack of care a garden that is there now seeming to wildness
What now is there left of a man what was there ever
But everything unnatural now reduced to its former glory
Outside the lovely wild garden flowers
The reds of Foxglove Ragged Robin and sweet Herb-Robert
Bright suns yellow the Lesser Celandine and Creeping Buttercup
Butterflies alighting on blue Willow Gentian and Large Venus Looking Glass
In the spring, I'm a Daffodill
In many hues, dancing on the hill
Swaying with the gentle breeze
In the spring I'm easy to please
In late spring, I'm pale pink rose
Growing on the trellis, inviting bees toes
To touch on me, drink their fill of nectar
Sweet, in late spring I'm real neat
In early summer, I'm Buddleia
When Butterflies come, Cassiopeiae
Is so jealous of the attention
As they touch and tickle my extensions
Later on I become Great Yellow Gentian
At this time I'm in another dimension
Waiting the time in the fall when I've lived all
Then I become the great Sunflower in the fall
When winter arrives, I'm barely now alive
This is when Camellia makes her debut
She is really now more alive leaves glisten
They've a glossy waxy shin and the blooms pristine
(In response to Andrea's Blog.)
Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;
Sip mulberry wine to toast the ultraviolet.
Cerulean skies, inundations, surge the amaranth
Spray lavender with a mauve bouquet of backcloth;
Bear a pigmentation that the heliotropes strove forth
Luminary, heather halos mimic gamma strength.
Plum age old interceptors, those cardinals and priests
Rage velveteen and indigo, planning sermons apiece,
Text books coloured aubergine bless a firmament lease
Like exorcists displaying ways to snub behemoth beasts.
The Grand Canal is unified as the amethysts surrounding:
Producing arch goliaths, as the buildings passing by
Shape a deep mauve battlement, twilight’s gradual high
The sheer delight of Indigo, the honeymooners grounding.