Long Vetch Poems
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PERPETUAL PETALS
The
bouquet
of autumn,
lasts but a short
while-
but
real
flowers live-
that spring from our
soul
to
sprinkle
here and there
in posies of
love-
such
coloured
aromas,
garland others'
day
SPRING
Purple vetch and ribwort plantain
Jostle lush clover in English rain
Dogrose dotted on a briared sprawl
prickly as it meandrs tall
Speaking volumes of words,unheard
Spring,flowers,in which all senses merge
FLOWERS OF THE FIELD
Daisy,buttercup,yellow cowslip
together mix in fellowship
MUTED
Silent,
nature's flowers
with which all senses merge-
become a dialogue with words
unheard.
SYMBOLIC INTUTION
She
moved the
empiric
into abstract
form
from
above
and beyond
the natural
view-
a
close-up
of flowers
in magnified
bloom
Ekphrasis tribute to Georgia O'Keeffe
LOVELIER than LILAC structured prose
Along the primrose path,passion flowers
luminous beauties all of a flutter,true,
natural and gentle on the stream of time.
This drift of time fashions silence into
words,silent thoughts.flowers of perfect
speech by wayside haunts.Sights sounds
and secrets so full of sweet song.
Songs of picture poetry chasing shadows
in an eclectic amalgam ,lovelier than lilac
FLOWERY WORDS
Meadowsweet & wiilow herb
and forget-me-nots
Blue,white,green & yellow
Wild flowers in abundance
Pastel shade my garden plot
LITTLE PIECES OF HEAVEN
Flowers to us,may teach
as to them,our fingers reach,
of God's love,they preach
Flowers to us,so bright
colours to fill our sight,
reveal to us,God's delight
Flowers each day to inspire,
igniting poetic fire,
God's poiema,never tire
Flowers,that smell so sweet,
good enough for us to eat,
'til that day,God we'll meet
Changed in a moment,our bodies too
on that earth and heaven, new
inspired by Christina Rossetti poem Lillies of the field
blossom of baby's breath
soft white
gorse crusted yellow
weeping willow
rush patterned lace
pasture in pastel green
buttercup daisy
comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship
swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch
& ribwort plantain clover
scabious burnets
butterflies & bees
scent the woodruff
briar brambles
in hawthorn sprawl
dogrose so tall
seabank of scattered seaweed
Alexander’s leaves so green
& feathery fennel aniseed
fat hen so vibrant
shoots of vimen
in Lamb’s lettuce
wild radish cress&chive
majoram &sweet cicely thrive
seabeet chard survive
wild parsnip
& tansy to savour
stinging nettles so green
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch & ribwort plantain,clover
in English rain.Scabious,burnets butteflies
and bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.
Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall
above harts-tongue.
Seabank with scattered seaweed &
feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s
leaves so green this tender cusine.
Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant
shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce
in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,
cress&chive,where majoram &sweet
cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.
Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.
Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil
pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Follow the track with the scenic view,
into the wood with a carpet blue.
Between clumps of gorse in yellow garb,
along a path baked summer hard.
Around shadu ponds that teem with life,
rush and sedge amidst tall loose strife.
Into the meadow,a country stile,
contemplating I sit awhile.
2020 version
Blossom of baby's breath
soft white gorse
crusted yellow
weeping willow
rush patterned lace
pastures
a pastel green
Buttercup, daisy&comely cowslip
mingle&mix
in fellowship
swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch &
ribwort plantain
Hawthorn &
scented woodruff
briar brambles sprawl
in dogrose so tall
above
harts-tongue
in
English rain
We raised our sights in the autumn season,
brilliant and vivacious shades, full of life.
Vivid crimson, scarlet, rust, and yellow rife,
The maple trees in the grove praised the region.
Getting a clear grasp of the near atmosphere,
hear the stones beneath our feet squish and shift.
Consider the dust piles that our shoes drift,
Feel the brisk breeze tickling our hair, yet each spear.
The autumn leaves on the trees had fallen,
During the seasons, I am lured by the radiant sight.
The harvest was plentiful, a summer delight,
Pumpkins, squash, and yams were then sullen.
Birds expecting winter fly over a deep blue sky,
For the rest of the fall, the butterfly urges you to stay.
Bonfires and ethereal smoke swamped the air
and piney fragrance with a dash of seasonal flair.
Pause, sight, the river flanked by a large stone,
toward green and withering vetch stalks.
Stay close to increasing beating whacks,
Azure Creek has a gentle, placid tone.
Squirrels brace for fall by saving nuts and seeds,
They relish crisp fall days but dread winters.
and spread an abundance of lusty splinters.
Come jog with me, which allows clean air to renew yields.
2nd Place Contest Winner
Written: December 09, 2022
Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face
With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse
But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore
That evening, in the swing, I watch fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise
May 9 - 2018
Daniel Turner
Doppelgänger
by Michael R. Burch
Here the only anguish
is the bedraggled vetch lying strangled in weeds,
the customary sorrows of the wild persimmons,
the whispered complaints of the stately willow trees
disentangling their fine lank hair,
and what is past.
I find you here, one of many things lost,
that, if we do not recover, will undoubtedly vanish forever ...
now only this unfortunate stone,
this pale, disintegrate mass,
this destiny, this unexpected shiver,
this name we share.
Keywords/Tags: doppelganger, namesake, twin, shadow, lookalike, grave, tomb, headstone, inscription, weeds, shiver, recognition, destiny, shared destiny, fate, life, death, cemetery, epitaph, elegy, eulogy, mystery
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass with purple vetch & ribwortplantain, clover in English rain.Scabious,burnets buttefliesand bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall above harts-tongue The thinking eye,the abstract made visible a spatial convergence ,now liberated.
Imaginary ,incomplete feelings,beacons of vivacity,profound and positive.Intense inner sounds,a polyphony,the poet's soul,unfazed&free.Seabank with scattered seaweed & feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s leaves so green this tender cusine.Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,cress&chive,where majoram &sweet cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.