lilacs&
roses,
zest of
oranges
melons
&pears,
perfumes
shed by
lavender fields,
stimulate
the eye
nose
ear
&
lips
in verse
&
song
Bright Marguerites,open and ablaze,
Reflected in a sunny haze.
Lilies waxed in a summer light,
A Jasmined fragrance to fill the night.
Falling In Love
It all started in a very simple way
as she walked down the path and drank in
the lilies bowing their heads to the river north
and the birds chirping their love song to the
trees;
It all began that summer day
when he kissed her beneath the apple tree
and told her she was the only girl for he
the roses blossomed in the garden
the marguerites
told their story with a yes and no refrain
and a lastly pluck of yes;
It all started with a magical gaze
between two people who yearned for love
the sun set gently and the moon rose sweetly
beneath a star filled sky of blue and silver
truth be told,
They fell in love and stayed that way
forever and a day...
Yet another Monday rolls around
And I rise with the sun
Summer is still here
Still hanging on
An infinitely busy day
Gravid with possibilities
And various shades of opportunities
Summer Marguerites are swaying
Obediently in the morning breeze
Yet another day to get my hustle on
To be that thunderbolt in the bottle
Operating at full-throttle
Running from pillar to post like a headless chicken
'Tis a manic Monday, for sure
But there is magic in the air
There's excitement in facing
New challenges, exploring
And discovering sublime to ridiculous things
The morning sun shines above
In this chaotic yet blessed day
Mondays Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date written and posted: 08/05/2018
Bright Marguerites,open and ablaze,
Reflected in a sunny haze.
Lilies waxed in a summer light,
A Jasmined fragrance to fill the night.
Perfumed petals,paper-white
Intoxicate,then delight;
Speaking volumes with words un-heard
Silent,flowers upon which all senses merge.
Bright Marguerites,open and ablaze,
Reflected in a sunny haze.
Lilies waxed in a summer light,
A Jasmined fragrance to fill the night.
Perfumed petals,paper-white
Intoxicate,then delight;
Speaking volumes with words un-heard
Silent,flowers upon which all senses merge.
DAUGHTER’S SCHOOL REPORT
She comes to me
In the morning of her youth
And tells all about her school day,
Her smile as fresh as
Young marguerites trembling in the breeze
In an Alpine meadow
With their white fingers fluttering
And green stems
Bending in unison.
THE GARDENER
Captain Viktor Stogov?
Oh he’s gone now
Cancer took him
A cigarette killed him
Where ten years of
Enemy tanks could not
His flowers blow in the spring breeze
Tulips daffodils and marguerites
They come back every spring
- so he’s not really gone -
Standing tall erect and bright
Smartly in line in the sun.
......................................................................................
Viktor was an ex-soldier who worked as a gardener in his later retirement.
THE COLORS OF EVENING
Playing canasta with family and a shiny new deck of cards,
Kings, queens, the beautiful blackness of the spades.
While outside, through the window, everywhere
Snow is falling in an uninterrupted blanket over the evening
And the land is silenced.
Near the window my daughter’s hair in pony tail
Reveals the smooth curve of her cheek bones
As, from memory, she paints in delicate strokes
Spring marguerites in the garden, quietly saying hello
With their frivolous white-fingered waves
And their sunny yellow smiles.
SONG OF SONGS
Let me pluck ripened apples and strawberries for your delight
And put my hand under your head to soften the ground on which we lie tonight.
You are the white marguerites in my meadow flowing with deep grass,
The melodious tinkling of small bells shaped from shining glass.
Oh, the perfume of your soul is as a thousand roses at sway
In a walled garden on a wet and thunderous day.
Let me not stray from this place for it is the centre
Of the very heaven I hope to find; and when I enter
The dales of Paradise, let me first see
Your sweet face smiling - as it does now - at me.
For you are the heaven I have known
Before I approach God’s golden throne.
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Entered in Sara Kendrick’s Contest "Song Of Solomon"
MESSENGERS
Serene leisurely flight of dandelion weightless
Seed puff balls, thoughts ascending
Across the void measureless
Between the marguerites and the hedging.
Untroubled, they silently float, glide,
Delivering the seed of an idea
On the air’s measureless tide
From somewhere else to here.
Boten des Frühlings / Messengers of Spring / Mensajeros de la primavera
Boten des Frühlings
Margeriten, Löwenzahn
Dicht bei der Straße
Und Hummeln im Freudenflug
Über dem Blütenteppich
Messengers of spring
Marguerites, dandelions
Close to the road
Bumblebees in joyous flight
Over the flower carpet
Mensajeros primaveral
Margaritas, dientes de león
Cerca de la calle
Abejorros en vuelo alegre
Sobre la alfombra de flores
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