monarchs lead the petite butterflies
daisies, gladiolas and hollyhocks smile
two welcoming Adirondack chairs
under yellow and orange umbrellas
welcome my friend to my garden
where foxglove and iris await
Categories:
hollyhocks, flower, garden,
Form: Free verse
bright blooms surround it
it has an old fashioned charm
colorful cottage
most folks stop to admire it
on their journey through the day
the road of beauty
leads where the blooms are crowding
in the still morning
blue pink red yellow and black
purple and cream-sunshine's dream
Categories:
hollyhocks, beautiful, color, flower, garden,
Form: Tanka
Hollyhocks will bloom
in their second year of growth
reaching to the sky.
Categories:
hollyhocks, flower,
Form: Haiku
jolly hollyhocks
obeying the April wind ~
twirling all about.
Date written: 06/24/2020
Categories:
hollyhocks, flower, imagery, nature, wind,
Form: Haiku
Mystical,
And beautiful,
Translucent swirls,
Bursting hollyhocks of color,
Fairies dance in her blooms
Borrowing her ruffles as skirts,
Dreams and fantasy awaken,
Igniting and sparking,
Imagination,
Her remarkable growth,
Edible and healing qualities,
Standing tall, she guards,
High along the fences,
From her high position,
She watches as her magical,
Garden comes alive.
And the evening party begins.
Categories:
hollyhocks, poetry,
Form: Personification
Hollyhocks are among my favorite flowers.
I am watching each season as those green towers
ascend towards the vividly blue summer sky.
Those slender stalks with the green spikes do climb quite high.
The broad, rounded leaves capture the sun’s daytime rays.
From the spikes, protrude bright flowers in a few days.
The plant’s children emerge that are ephemeral.
Red, purple, or white, they are very colorful.
If you see nothing the first year, there’s a reason.
The flowers don’t appear until the next season.
When the flowers are in bloom every warm July,
garden beauty abounds that no one can deny.
Categories:
hollyhocks, seasons, green,
Form: Rhyme
it was a chorus line of hollyhocks against a crumbling red brick building
that devastated my poem,
they laid waste to the words you asked me to write,
you said I would try to hurt you with my intent,
my rhyme,
I said your prejudice and ignorance were showing,
like wearing a hooded down overcoat near the end of June
you said 'fire away' and I asked if you knew why
Bodhi-dharma left for the East,
on the grand scale of conclusions high on a hill
shepherds guard their flock from the thorn bush
and the mountain lion,
the fishers of men
live down in the valley of the marketplace;
you will not understand this poem
and you'll go about your business
blaming someone else for what you'll
never understand until you can see
inside the magenta and chestnut brown
mid-summer hollyhock, bursting
with painted ladies, hummingbirds
and poems.
Categories:
hollyhocks, allegory, inspirational, introspection, nostalgia,
Form: I do not know?