Two flowers, dear - one white, one mauve,
and one is in, one out of, love:
two aspects of a morphing maid
who my love welcomed, then betrayed.
The hyacinth’s a lovely thing,
and I may well its praises sing!
Its meaning changes with its hue.
It puts me, dear, in mind of you.
This white one is, I must confess,
the very soul of loveliness.
And who could think such simple charm
could ever dole out so much harm!
To never meet the darker one
is what I’d planned, but I was wrong.
Too innocent, I never guessed
both mauve and white lived in one breast!
So, I will send you, dear, these flowers
which, like your love, will die in hours.
But while they live, they’re yours to keep:
and as you sow, so may you reap.
Categories:
hyacinths, flower,
Form: Quatrain
"To love is human.
To feel pain is human.
Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel." - Rumi
There is a voice out there - above the water
whispering melodies I can't seem to get enough of
its longing shaped like lavender hyacinths
But it's so easy to sing
and so hard to drown
in the things you make me feel
Categories:
hyacinths, sound,
Form: Free verse
old pond
a pebble drops with a splash
hyacinths emerge
October 12, 2023
Categories:
hyacinths, emotions, extended metaphor, image,
Form: Haiku
As fresh and as fragrant, colored hyacinths,
That intoxicates one with heavenly scent.
So may my true,original form of artful poetry,
Bloom and blossom, escaping cells of the past.
To spring into action at each sunrised day!
Not wondering where my poetic desire be.
For truly, as a new child grows free….
And this style takes on its own shape.
I, no longer resist, creating my own fate!
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Greek Legend has it that Hyacinthus, a young
man from Greece, was beloved by Apollo.
He was teaching him how to throw the discus.
Accidentally, it hit him in the head and killed him.
Instantly!!
Out of his head, the ground soaked with his own
blood, grew the flower,named in his honor of his
Name…. Hyacinthos.
The petals were marked with “Alas”, for sorrow.!
Panagiota Romios.
Romios Poem I
“In My Own Style”
Categories:
hyacinths, imagery, inspiration, poetess,
Form: Free verse
blue hyacinths
salute the sun’s rays
pink asters
Categories:
hyacinths, appreciation, beauty, flower, nature,
Form: Haiku
Sleeping beauty has reawakened, and it is springtime again,
So like the younger days, when you skipped with Madeleine.
Purple hyacinths and daffodils, are fragrant in the meadows,
And the bush near the house, is colored with burgundy rose!
Wild hyacinths and dewy daffodils, usher in the sassy season,
Giving secret joy to many hearts, within the blooming region.
Birds sing in chartreuse fields, from morning until glitzy night,
When a day's flamenco dancers, are the rapture of moonlight!
Written on 4/24/2022
For: Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
hyacinths, beauty, flower, green, joy,
Form: Rhyme
I lingered to enjoy the moment,
ending the eleven-month intermission,
as the sweet aroma reached me
from the garden behind the house.
The hyacinth had returned
without fanfare or recognition
by bulbs not yet broken forth,
or buds pregnant with the glory of spring.
I followed the unforgettable scent
to its humble position beside the hellebore,
and admired my early spring friend
before me in perfect health.
With one whiff, everything changed.
Last year’s faded images of spring renewed,
and the value of life increased
in a moment. In a breath.
Categories:
hyacinths, flower, spring,
Form: Free verse
Pink hyacinths scent the room
bulbs planted indoors at Thanksgiving
find their way to the surface.
They rise lanky and tall green shoots
followed by clusters, deep green tinged rosy pink
opening with warmth of sun glow thru the window.
The sun fades behind gray snow filled clouds
but the hyacinths bloom anyway
tall and stretching up to the light.
In between fading poinsettia leaves
bold red and white florets
set a background of colorful display.
The scent rises embracing the room
and a whiff of spring aroma hangs in the air
perfuming a fragrance sweet and enticing.
Categories:
hyacinths, flower, spring,
Form: Free verse
people
around the world starving –
water hyacinths
!2/27/2016
Categories:
hyacinths, flower, food, garden, life,
Form: Haiku
spring bulbs blooming
hyacinths soaring fragrance
lifts a dismal day
Categories:
hyacinths, nature
Form: Haiku
I don't know what to make of it,
strands of an errant dream,
when hyacinths sought rebellion,
and a mechanic plied uncertainly
across an eastern sea.
It lies there out of reach,
the tail end of a tale,
of vistas far and unknown,
of stories almost told,
of gulls that fly stationary,
caught in an offshore breeze,
of small boats launched into exile
by hapless navigators,
from a gray and gloomy beach,
just about midday.
There's something about
a romantic revolt,
by some who should have known
better,
and flowers stolen from a vase,
and thrown to the street below,
a desperate signal that
the game was over,
and all involved must flee.
One loved one left
for sacrifice,
to cover for the rest.
A sense of loss and of despair,
no home, no friends again.
The story told, intrudes my thoughts,
of when hyacinths sought rebellion
and the mechanic plied
uncertainly
across the eastern sea
Categories:
hyacinths, allegory, imagination, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Embroiled by chiefly huge gestures on show,
Contented like weaves on a star shape elope
Proudly upon high, and boast upon row;
A breadth full of whispers on one massive slope
These spherical blooms are a fist full of nature
Erupt with creation, where up and towards;
In a beautiful dream sharing dynamic stature
With dignities reaching the summit, rewards.
Protruding with traits that a model may pose
Sweet smell of success riding high on a whim;
A gathering mass of contentions transpose
Into something angelic, one heavenly hymn.
Combined as a crocus with tulip bulb sets-
And crescent green stubs on an organic stem;
Protruding like nothing on earth that forgets
That beauty came first in my memory to them.
Categories:
hyacinths, nature,
Form: Rhyme