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.
Gloaming gone, gloom begins;
gabbling ghouls gyrate on
gargoyles, gawping with their
grim glaucous eyes, scaring
gravid girls, gormless boys;
goatish hooves gigue upon
gibbets, grave corpses jig.
Written: April 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let the water settle and you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being," By Rumi
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Oat flakes float over the pale golden sky,
A white moon floats easily over land awry,
A shining reflection waltzes in your brown eye.
Your golden shade suits my dulcet face,
Glaucous clouds wrap seagulls as they pace,
Roses chilly hands ignite your heated place.
Soak it all in while I built a sandcastle—our empire,
A soft, wild cry from the coast, where we fire,
Seashells, salt and sand spats, our hearts wire.
Postcard-worthy memories cram my halcyon mind,
I'm catching a glimpse of moon face from behind.
follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia
one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash
let the weeping corpuscles lie
swarm and jostle in the grotto
rattle and blather away our days
I’ll wait for your recriminations
fall asunder under your touch
fastidious in my entomology
let the bouquet glide downstream
the scytheman is still in his kingdom
then we rejoice in endless daze
the lingering beaten with bravura
I dig with maniacal gulps in cupped hands
fearful of what I might find.
Yet with furrowed brow I dig further, deeper,
lips moist with perspiration.
Your shadowed visage then emerges clearly
as death on the mortician's agenda,
perceived as innocuous enough
while signaling for death's knell.
My fingernails crust with darkened earth
and my arms weaken with overexertion.
Dark soil keeps falling, covering my efforts
by acknowledging the futility of it all.
And then I find it.
My heart lies still, glaucous and milk-like,
devoid of living blood's flush as my face grays
with the revelation that it, with you, is gone.
Lush green verdant hills of peace
beneath lavender skies of
linen and oleander gentle pink
inside my seaside windy garden nook
a gift for Pythia, high priestess of Greece
Flower of Olympian Gods
growing here both wild and free
symbol of hope you were Apollo's choice
as he weaved you in a crown for Daphne
she turned into a laurel tree with roots
Infant stem of glaucous bloom
flower of enlightenment
and hope, come fill my haven with sweet bless
enwrap me with your oleander charms
avail me to your heady toxicant
Oh bud of hallucinate
matter, how fatal you are
evergreen shrub of median highways
stay with me until the mid autumn comes
tough and vigorous as you are dear shoot
you are a potent flower,
deserving respect and truth.
Still life. What bite have my grapes and plums?
I capture the glaucous coating — the powdery residue.
A fairytale gown needs just the right godmother-dusting of azure.
The sparkling suds and frothy thrust! The concoction of a great day
— my brush reveals teal and Caribbean waves.
I long to drip my palette into deadpan eyes.
Her passion invigorating a sensual stimulation.
Without God’s transcendent palette,
the chameleon must wear zaffre.
I muse…
7/12/2018
Cozart’s Brevity in Blue Poetry Contest
74 words according to PS syllable counter
The cruise ship charged
Whistleless at my sail boat
In a narrow channel
Between Islands
Of The Salish Sea.
I was powerless with sails up
Tacking against a current
Knotted against me.
The water boiled.
I recoiled
In dread
I could see them
Cosmetic lazy travellers
Lounging unconcerned
Tending to their looks
As the mass
Of their moving Carnival
Careened
At my destruction.
Two glaucous winged seagulls
Preening feathers were
Unconcerned
As the submerging emerging hulking
Tree trunk and roots
Surged at me
an attentive passerby can hear the full bloom raucous
gardens have been awakened by the iridescent sun
tulip orchids, with their gray-green leaves of glaucous
heed to chimes of silver and blue bells, rivalry has begun
in full flower, cherry blossoms bask in their self-satisfied beauty
exotic birds of paradise scoff, deeming uniqueness more pleasing
rainbow irises snicker at dahlias, labelling them snooty
lilacs and hyacinths gang up on jasmine with their teasing
competition is fierce, as crocus and primrose compete
impatiens can’t wait to hear who gets the “first spring flower” title
***** willows attempt to tame the tiger lilies, but face defeat
the gerberas were right; this will be one lively spring recital
April 09, 2012
For CONTEST - where have all the flowers gone (Lisa Hiatt)
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