Salty teeth gushing into a cantaloupe
pirouetting around banana heliotropes ~
Outshining in a sadness so tightly concealed
leaving no sunbursty-sickness to be revealed ~
Beachy days filled with pivoting mangroves
kissing me into a tropical lust of serenity ~
Wrinkling my verses in its sandy paradise,
praising my pearled pen in an oceanic sacrifice ~
A mango muse dancing in an aquamarine lush,
piñacoladas pampered lovingly with blush!
Parakeets squeak me wanderlust stares,
sunburn roasting my cheeks into a fiery flair
Does it bother me? not at all, not a care
I am here, in the now, gyrating above...
into a homesick sweetness of summerness love ~
The sunflowers are heavy this year.
Gold has had iron added to it.
The fat round capitula
are seeded with a leaden density,
and bend to an inward gravity.
The great yellow florets are glorious
as ever,
but the heliotropes
seem now to turn listlessly
and the sun is masked
as if veiled by some malady,
or a rumor of one.
The only real thing is love
In fields of jade leaves,
Heliotropes sweet scent
Between cracks in concrete streets.
The only reality comes from love
In the butterfly blue houses
Of acacia lined roads,
Singing our bluebird songs.
The sunflowers are heavy this year.
Gold has had iron added to it.
The fat round capitula
are seeded with a leaden density,
and bend to an inward gravity.
The great yellow florets are glorious
as ever,
but the heliotropes
seem now to turn listlessly
and the sun is masked
as if veiled by some malady,
or rumor.
primrose, hollyhock, hibiscus, not sure yet
researching blossoms, but so many look similar
All dainty, lovely, beautiful, from a variety of regions
hellebores, heliotropes, geraniums too.
their gorgeousness parades around the world
Some dance all year, others live but a season
gardenias, freesias, frangipani,
each with her own unique fragrance,
no two exactly alike, diverse in so many ways
they have one thing in common.
They uplift, revitalize, delight and help people
feel joy, and garner enthusiasm for something lovely and fresh
It hovers on the gentler breeze
the scent pf petrichor blown in from the restless seas,
ancient whisps of fallen birch, maples, sycamores and oaks
legendary stories of native American indigenous folks.
Palettes of color shaded hues
orange and yellows, reds and crimson blues
lost encounters of seasonal stories on parade
ready for autumn display of color amidst the shades.
Chrysanthemum, squash, gourds and pumpkins
city folk trading down to become country bumpkins
wanderlust and dreams of open fields freed heliotropes
spaces, chilling in their splendid and vivid kaleidoscope.
9/8/2020
Tania Kitchin's Autumn Fall contest
The sunflowers are heavy this year.
Gold has had iron added to it.
The fat round capitula
are seeded with a leaden density,
and bend to an inward gravity.
The great yellow florets are glorious
as ever, but the heliotropes
seem now to turn listlessly
and the sun is masked
as if veiled by some malady,
a rumor of a dying Autumn.
Dad is in the garden tending to his turnips,
He’s almost hidden by a tall crop of Sunflowers;
I imagine the large yellow heliotropes
turning toward an invisible moon like satellite dishes.
I was watching the Apollo 8 mission.
Mum was grumbling that ‘she was sick of turnips’.
Back then, our T.V. signal came in black and white.
Dad came back-in and switched the set to a soccer match.
When the Ander’s color photograph of ‘Earthrise’
made the cover of ‘Life’ magazine,
I dreamt that the turnips began to cry;
they vowed to each other, ‘that they would never
leave this wonderful planet again’.
Who knew they were an alien vegetable?
Later in life, William Anders (astronaut and baptized Catholic),
declared that the world did not revolve around the Pope!
I always meant to write to him about the turnips,
but he probably knew anyway.
A coral pink design on glistening ruby tapestry--
Reminiscent of ingenuity of sculptor's blueprints
In scarlet-orange tinges and teal-green imprints
Hanging spectacularly in the cosmic art gallery.
You are the brushstrokes of Florentine artistry--
Verses of poetry scripted in ornate vocabulary
Articulating the vision of a star studded galaxy
Flying in the universe on wings of your beauty.
The scent of purple heliotropes you often vied for
Lingers in search of your golden yellow persona
Since you left the earth floating on dream clouds
Ingesting dusty gases to forge your own replica.
Jealous are the stars of your blushing rose motif
Shaped like a monarch besting your surroundings,
An ornament you are, flashing your royal charm--
Jewel that took the crown from dying supernova.
June 10, 2019
Placed 3rd: Your choice (7) contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd:Nifty named nebula poetry contest by William Kekaula
Picture 1: The butterfly
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.
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