Long Rhododendrons Poems

It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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Lipstick Girls
                 By Stark Hunter and D Lee

1.	“When the Lipstick Girls Walk By”

You can push and shove your way,
Past...

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I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.

Hours were spent sowing seeds, adjusting conditions, and also and pruning,
As June full moon...

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The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the...

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Yet again last night I dreamed I went to Manderley.
Again the rhododendrons perfumed the evening breeze.

I drifted through the terrace doors into the dining-room.
I found Mr. De Winter, sat in the gathering gloom.

Before him on...

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seagulls surf the wind
my escorts home
across the waves

                  streamlined gannets
        ...

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i remember last summer 
summer , decades ago 
golden & warm i remember 
with strengthened ego........
moments lush green .
drenched in sweet pain 
white and blue screens 
covering roof till lane.............
Summer of mamma's womb
i remember of...

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                Shimmering Sun shining soft
               ...

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Measures

 
...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' 

   by Dylan Thomas

 

October blows a symphony of sighs

with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak

arrival as I shuffle through the park,

kaleidoscope of leaves a...

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Where black-necked cranes come to chat with me
In the company of wine and deep brown honey
Flowing from apple twigs in the heavenly valley
Of Bumthang , carved into the sublime Himalayas
By glacial melt and monsoon rains...

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My Bike exercise Ride

I have a bike , that stand still 
No matter how much I peddle
But when Im riding this bike ,
I'm off in a dream a yonder 

Im off to all the places...

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On Top Of A Mountain 
              2

stroll down the forest trail
to the edge and inhale
at the sight overlooking perfect nature
held together and...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' 
   by Dylan Thomas

 
October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustery gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' 
   by Dylan Thomas


October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' by Dylan Thomas


 October blows a symphony of sighs
 with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
 arrival as I shuffle through the park,
 kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome...

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Eric, how’s it been? It’s been a while since 
ye last I seen. Have you been on the acid? 
Or, have you been mean? Well, the truth 
will flourish and it’ll then be seen.

Now then...

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October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without 
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October...

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October blows a symphony of sighs 
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak 
arrival as I shuffle through the park, 
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize. 
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without 
the rush of children...

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The Herbalist:-

She deals with herbs,
She collects the rarest herbs,
She creates new drugs,
She burns the weeds,
She smokes weeds,
She bedecks her bun with flowers,
She allures us with bluish ferns,
She looks beautiful in each turn!!
She is the bewitching...

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The tulips and daffodils
have bloomed en masse,
in the surrounding fields.
The tourists who came to
enjoy them, have gone away.
March and April brought
excitement to our ordinarily
placid lives, but we are glad
to get back to normalcy.
May is almost...

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A collaboration with Kim van Breda - honored Kim

I've tossed some dreams
       into corners
where they sit rusting -
dissected spare thoughts
for a restomod old body
smartly attired with
polished imperfections

swum life's streams
through...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, 
born in 1888 on the first day of Spring.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, 
on the lush green grass 
found at my grandmother’s old house, 
where...

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Whispers handsome infinity
Time stands still in the vicinity
Mountains that I love to see
Clouds hug them with impish glee
I am fortunate in my tent at Wang Di 

On the top are my birds of pinkish hue
They...

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The forest is cool, inviting.  I look for small wildflowers in lush grasses growing beneath the trees.  Sunlight streams in shafts
and there is birdsong, birdsong and delicate ferns on gentle banks.

Soon, I see...

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I drove by fields of daffodils on my way to town today.
The golden heads were bobbing as they brightened up the way.
The tulips that will follow next, are just a bit too late.
The daffodils will...

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