rush daffodil crush
face down illumination -
sunshine-bright my soul
4/2/2022
Categories:
jonquils, emotions, flower,
Form: Senryu
You never forget your first love. by poet
How can I ever forget my lovely first love.
Spring vivifies blossoms with dancing hues
As we were picking jonquils wild,
From curving lanes up high.
The balmy breeze blew softly o'er the greenish hills
And there we met where yellow jonquils grew.
I stared at her, strangers coming out of the blue.
Hearing sparrows singing over the rills,
Shyly I stared up to the sky,
Her smile so sweet, so mild,
She was a majestic picture of vibrant views.
That she'll be mine I prayed to the above.
Would our sympathies fit like any tender glove?
Lambent yet warm I was sure what to choose.
My heart was beating like a child.
I urged myself to try.
I took her hand and meandered towards the mills.
I proposed, joyfully she said yes too.
26 December 2020
Placed 1
A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
jonquils, flower, love, proposal,
Form: Rhyme
And there they are
as if it were their duty to bloom
... like slow notes on a piano
from the depths of earth
suddenly rising
to fill the world with grace.
Much like writing a poem
a duty to ourselves
... inspired moments
bare, inarticulate strands
nuanced over time
suddenly rising
bursting onto the page.
Categories:
jonquils, flower, spring, writing,
Form: Free verse
I shall be patient in the dreary atmosphere,
Weary of these damp and dark fraught days, for I know
God is watering the Jonquils.
Soon red buds will peek through the thunder,
Chartreuse leaves will line baby trees, for
God is watering the Jonquils.
Through the winds and fear and booming storms,
All nature will dance and all will be right,
For God has watered the Jonquils.
And the Jonquils will bloom.
Categories:
jonquils, future, happy,
Form: tristich
Jonquils
On days when there are no poems to be found
When I drudge the depths of the murk
I think of Jonquils.
I get stuck on those pesky flowers
And the mental image of tiny yellow and white daffodils.
I ask myself for a poem but
From somewhere else
The whisper comes:
Jonquils.
Poems must be about Jonquils.
You can’t have a poem without Jonquils.
I need to write about
speak about
sing about
write some more about
Jonquils.
So, as a poet who has learned from other poets, I research.
Narcissus jonquilla:
A native of Spain and Portugal.
Grows in open spaces and forests and at the edges of lawns
Like little poems
that push their way up through the late spring snow
Vast white sheets spread for acres
On my desk top.
I stare at them and wait for a poem to happen.
From the corner of a page
A yellow tipped bud appears—
Jonquils.
And nothing else.
Categories:
jonquils, flower, image, poets, spring,
Form: Free verse
It is time
Too long in bed
I stretch
Cast off the bonds of Hypnos
Cold white sheets retreat
I am free
My head lifts
Sun caresses my face
I rise, standing tall
Naked for all to see
Beauty reborn
It is spring
Categories:
jonquils, easter, flower, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse
jonquil's blossoms droop
seen through tiny willow leaves...
cold cloudy morning
Categories:
jonquils, life, nature,
Form: Haiku