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"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)"
“Don’t move,” she smiled gently,
“stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”,
I was sitting cross-legged
on the lush green bluegrass lawn
it felt like 70’s Shagpile carpet,
long and unshorn.
“I said, don’t move! There’s a Blue Tongue over there,
you’ll frighten it away, they don’t like to be scared.”
She was shielding her eyes surveying the yard
like a pirate on the high seas,
a ship on the Ocean,
while the Sprinkler
kept raining a moving waterfall
automatic motion
here and there buzzing bees
in the Kumquat Trees.
She was pointing to the boulder
next to the Lychee Tree
close to where I was
legs now unfolded
scrambling around on my knees.
It was around 5 in the avo not morn
we’d been there covered in sunscreen
for a coupla hours and
tired from the heat
we were all stifling yawns
in the sweltering sub-tropical garden
amongst her verdant jungle of flowers and ferns
there amongst the strawberry patches, passionfruit, Lady Finger trees,
Pineapples, PawPaws, grapes, tomatoes,
and towers of fragrant sweet Jasmine, Lilac-mauve Wisteria
plunging Deep Velvety Red Bougainvillea,
flirty Sweatpeas and
the pungent Pink Frangipani
impregnating the air with it's fat-belied
perfume, the scent of which to this day
sends one into absolute delerium; then
came the whirring blood-suckers
that bombed us in buzzing swarms
never foiled no dignified treaty -
one was never forwarned,
that left itchy-bites and
eventually weeping sores,
feeling sorry for ourselves
the breeze carried our songs of retreat to which she’d
impart, “Shush! Don’t carry on,
everyone will hear you way out on the Street!”.
“They like your blue blood, that’s why!”,
she explained in exasperation, kind of worried
spraying us with Stingose.
“Tonight we’ll put up the nets and
burn the Tiger Coils”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
For Lynette
(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izQsgE0L450
rain whispers …pitter patter, pitter patter,
Bougainvillea sways … with lemon-scented breeze…
wind rustles tinkling cadence of love…
a panorama of pearlescent clouds glides by …carrying dreams from yonder hills
drip drop rain…swish me to an enchanting wonderland..
where a meandering river hums a perfect lullaby
I want to whisper to you..a melody emanated from rhapsody of mellifluous birds
in exuberance of their happiness
can’t hold their joy, want to share with the world,
a message … murmuring, muttering in a doting hushed voice ,
….we found each other... at last …..
July 14, 2021
For " Whispers" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
I came
to visit your garden.
Spring...
Roses, bougainvillea,
chrysanthemums, lavenders...
Memories echoing...
We sat there beneath
the blossoming flowers
When you said,
"Promise me you'll wait for me".
Many springs came and gone...
And here I am
Standing at your garden
in another episode of spring;
I glance once again
at the pressed petal of roses
between the pages of my diary;
And with the flowers around me
I still hold on to the promise...
How many flowers shall wilt and dry?
How many springs do I have to wait?
1ST PLACE
BRIAN'S SELECT 8, any form, any theme
Contest Judged: 6/8/2020 6:07:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
2ND PLACE
The Promise
Contest Judged: 6/6/2020 7:17:00 AM
Sponsored by: Silent One
In 1959 when I was nearly ten
HRH the Queen Mother was in Kenya
and to an engagement on the way
with no escort whatsoever
in a black Humber Pullman Landaulet
my Mum and I who were the only two
on Forest Road (now Uhuru Hwy)
standing at the end of the drive
waiting by the Nairobi roadside
for Her Majesty to arrive
soon she came and leaning forward
tapping the chauffeur on the shoulder
to see our front garden she bid him stop
and admired in wonder the colourful three
bougainvillea which had climbed to the top
of a very tall silver birch tree
cascading like a waterfall in a riot of colour
then personally to me Elizabeth gave
(a treasured memory in 2024 at 74)
while gazing at our amazing floral display
a smile and the world-renowned Royal Wave
I pass this lovely bougainvillea every day and am happily aware
how a bush this bright and beautiful can exist with oh so little care.
It is a fact of nature…one we can’t dispute
how the bougainvillea doesn’t need much tending…once it’s taken root.
The other day an old friend stopped in the bookstore,
one I hadn’t seen in years
and I was reminded how old friendships
in spite of time and distance still endear.
Seeing him was a wonderful surprise…it gave my heart a thrill.
We talked as if it was yesterday…as if somehow time stood still.
Friendship has a unique way…when it comes to time…
to circumvent…
for when old friends meet…any time that’s passed…becomes irrelevant.
It was just a short visit and after he left I joyfully conceded
how to keep our friendship going…this was all the time we needed.
I paused by the bougainvillea on my way home…
happily aware
how a friendship bright and beautiful can exist with oh so little care.
For it is another fact of nature…one we certainly can’t dispute
how a friendship doesn’t need much tending…once it’s taken root
No bougainvillea here,
Wind and wave-tossed shores
Know no such blossom.
What blooms next stormy seas
In western outposts far removed,
Unknown to sun-soft living ?
When silken purple drapes
The open sky, and folds of grey
And pastel blue hang mingled,
Dark-mirrored in the land below,
The daily reckoning may be heard,
Another storm from off the ocean,
Or might the sombre grey dissolve,
Transformed with silvered promise
Of brighter lengthening days ?
For when the earth relents,
As now it surely must,
A universal sigh is breathed
Across the waiting dormant land.
As expectation stirs, the great unveiling.
A curtain raised upon a glorious stage,
As now the islands of the west
With wondrous spectacle are blessed.
To my mind, and for what it's worth,
The flowering of the machair
Is the greatest show on earth.
Delicate, fragile
secreted away beneath your beautiful bract
always hiding from the world
you live in a dream shared only by you
alone, lonely
but better alone then afraid
better alone then dejected
better alone then hurt
shrouded in your cloak of royal color,
you feel invisible, protected
but I see you
I see your heart, warm and full
fringed in frail lace, sweet and gentle
guileless and open
your fragility defines you, so trusting you are,
yet allowing you to so easily be broken
and I have broken you
you trusting me to be gentle, to understand you, your needs
and me, insensitive, demanding
gruffly pushing past your leaves of green then purple
my movements careless and awkward
stripped from you your gentle flower, white and pure
gone forever
but perhaps in time trust will return and another will grow,
again, hidden away beneath your loving bracts,
and replace your broken heart
with the beauty that so fills you.
05/01/15
I imagined you sitting there
On your wheelchair
Head to one side
Watching me water the garden
Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea
Smiling your crooked smile
The water gushed from the hose
And from my eyes
I miss you
Especially today,
Your birthday
Right on the eve of mine
And you aren’t here, Mama
You aren’t here.
I lost you too soon
Too soon, Mama
I’m not talking about the day
You passed away
I’ m talking about growing up
Knowing
Knowing that illness was eating away
Your life
Your hope
Your dreams
Your passion
Your joy
I grew up seeing the blood
The burns
The stiches
The lopsided smile
The hazy eyes
I grew up hearing....
The coughing
The slurred speech
I grew up knowing
Knowing...
That I’m losing you
I remember the afternoon
When you looked at me and said,
“You’re afraid, afraid I’m going to die, aren’t you?”
I heard the catch in your voice
And all the fears I’d held back
Came gushing out
And you held me as we both cried
Knowing
Knowing….our birthday celebrations together
Would be limited
Today is your birthday, Mama
May 17….tomorrow it’s my birthday
May 18…and through it all
I remember you
And I miss you
And I want you to know
All the things that are happening in my life
But you’re asleep…waiting for the wakeup call
To be free of your wheelchair
Of your prison
Mama, we’ll celebrate life together in heaven!
Soon, Mama!
It will be soon!
There was this lady in adjacent manor.
Beautiful! Just like idyllic sun- kissed pretty flower.
Her radiant white skin held everyone spellbound.
Orange, white, magenta, yellow, golden, red or pink tint,
Her dresses! Heralds of blooming bright gauzy ‘Brachts’.
Always pristine and calm like a perfect queen.
Staying strong and unflinching against all insurmountable odds.
Just like verdurous, indomitable, indefatigable squad.
Protective guardian, stalwart companion or a naughty friend.
No tantrums! As per prerequisite, she would always blend.
Very harsh, very rude! Her toxic words were so very shrewd.
Every coin has two sides, is that true! OMG! How she could be a brute?
Benevolent at heart, conduct apricot hard, always appeared downcast!
Then I asked her one day, “what’s the daunting cause?”
She said, "I have one complaint that I have always ranted,
Why everyone takes me for granted!"
"My simplicity has been unjustly reprimanded!"
I just know, "Smart people manage their affair,
But for simple people God is always there!"...…….
...……...…………her name was Cynthia!
But, she reminds me of bougainvillea!
20/03/2019
Bougainvillea Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
By this old pond
Morning glory;
Dragonfly parade
~~~~~~~~~
Lotus flowers
Sun tan moments;
Somnolent hours
~~~~~~~~~
Fat frog sits
Atop lotus leaf;
Morning meditation
~~~~~~~~~
Here in this park
Squirrels dash;
Curious activity
~~~~~~~~~
Here for a stroll
Watch butterflies flirt;
Happy flowers smile
~~~~~~~~~
Bougainvillea shrubs
Flowering in the heat;
Tropical display
~~~~~~~~~
Busy feet trampling
Bitumen track;
Jogging around
~~~~~~~~~
Windy cascades
Through bamboo pines;
Sifting and singing
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy moods loiter
Birds murmuring;
Stray monkeys cluster
~~~~~~~~~
Dragonfly song
Unheard melody;
Drowsy September
~~~~~~~~~
Another hazy day
Wind-blown smog;
Smell of ashes
~~~~~~~~~
Wooden bridge
Clear waters below;
Sleepy fish resting
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
16 September 2015
Singapore