Air fresh as lilacs
Floating with the summer breeze
Reminds me of home
My mom’s favorite flower
And when I catch the wafting shower
And imbibe the smell of them
My thoughts of Mom start up again
While she rests under a lilac bush
She has visions of a Monet
And her thoughts and the moths
Inhabit the lilac in a romantic foray
It’s more of an adorning (as with a crown)
This purple fountain of pageantry
I’m putting them on a pedestal
But please don’t think any less of me
She loves them so, this is how lilac’s trundle
Outside a trellis, inside, in water, in bundle
But as soon as these beauties had renown
They die slowly and turn to brown
But it’s the memories
That keep me coming back
I will think of my Mom often
Every time I smell a lilac
my lilac tree did not know she was a bush
within ten years she flourished with a swoosh
she outgrew every tree except the oak giant
lilac tree is a hundred foot tall, shade very reliant.
You may not believe me
But I know it so well
Every lilac tree
Has its own special smell
This I fail to describe
Its expressless to me
Each tree has its own type
Blooming easy and free
There's no equality shared
No familiar democracy
Lilacs fragrances spread
Fugitive meritocracy
Flattering you with the one
Sweetest lie
You are still fair and young
If you give it a try.
Quiet are the hyacinths
Underneath the snows
Irises and violets
Even the red rose
Today are lying silent
Underneath the snows
Daffodils and lilacs
Even the red rose.
double blue lilac
lush doublet floret clusters
bravely elegant
visiting in May
unmistakable fragrance
bringing me such joy
lilacs bloom into
an ambrosial siren
springtime seduction
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ornate lilac tree
bathes on april rainshowers---
cleansing pollen dust
lilac buds
burst on the scene
sense overwhelm
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"I love the silent hour of night,/ For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight / What may not bless my waking eyes." from first verse of Anne Brontë's "Night"
tarrying in lilac dreams
I flower in full sunlight
where I flirt with butterflies
and gleefully kiss tulips
when lilac dreams wilt away
I sojourn nearby a sea
caressed by its rippling tides
under a lavender sky
the twilight turns into night
bathing me in the splendor
of a full blue-white hued moon
and myriad stars’ sparkle
deep violet melts away
I drift again into dawn
wishing that I could linger
ever in sweet lilac dreams
Clippings were cut to place in a crystal vase.
They grew in the sunny corner of the garden,
tiny petals reminding me of hand tatted lace.
I gave them water, blooms from my jardin.
Lilacs perfume the night wind when it blows
bringing back memories from deep in my heart.
Thoughts of when the golden moonlight glows
and fragile lilac petals picked for me... fell apart.
Sorrowful feelings that I thought were buried,
but the fragrance of them each summer returns
to haunt the emotions stirred when I carried
their blooms when we were married. It burns
like an eternal flame that will never be doused.
A first love always lives in memories of the heart,
awakened at the scent when we were espoused.
Before fragile lilac petals picked for me... fell apart.
Sprawling aspiration
effervescent incandescence
spreads psychic plasma
of primal spectrum
painting passion
on the silken sky
the configured
fascinated facsimile
of mental panorama
suffused with chromatic
sublime sensitivity
of exuberant ecstasy
blooming in
seraphic color blast
of floral spring
Parched pieces
draped by distress dust
of cinnamon ground
heart desiccates
to the core
auburn anguish
pervading passive
creeps craftily
in the wilted veins
of the fallen leaves
fragile essence
rustles restive
with emerald tune
of serenading sanguinity
Emotive eyes weep
concealed tears
in torment torrent
fill the cauldron
of pent up pathos
forlorn life’s
desolate distillate
designs crystalline
verdance shining
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awareness
as symphonic cadence
of fervent zephyr
drifting with sonata
of fleeting fervor
from yonder plateau
of yearning
pulsates timeless
with waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss
glides with the melody
of harmonic heart
with the ripples
of lilac lagoon
I really love my bluebird fair
The color of your golden hair
Your pretty eyes, translucent, blue
Just some things that make you you
The beauty present in your song
I could listen all day long
Caught up deep inside your voice
I want more, you are my choice
I'd hide inside your folded wings
I'd tell you lots of pretty things
And just to see your lilac smile
I'd walk and walk for miles and miles
Please don't leave, don't ever go
I want you near because you know
In case the day should reckon clear
Where you're right there, I'll be right here
Samantha knew the fragrance instantly
it was her favorite scent in month of May
a lilac daisy grinned at her
nodding its petals, in time to the music of life
When rooted promises shift through dusts of seasonal change,
from a kyanite blue breeze to whirling wisps of lilac longing.
Memories live on, as nothing of value is ever lost.
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