Against the edge of the pond
filled with spring water,
that seeps from beneath the earth,
I stand embracing untroubled comfort,
beneath the cool shade of a tall black willow tree.
I close my eyes and inhale the sweet fragrant blooms
of marsh marigold, Japanese water iris,
and water spider lilies growing along the edge.
I Bend down, pick up a pebble
and throw it into the pond.
In impact a splash, and the resounding plunk,
making glimmering ripples spreading over the water.
Observing the ripples,
wistful thinking about the past,
memories of secrets,
pain, betrayal, hope,
and love that entered my heart.
In hand, I held a pebble of my life that was so easily thrown away.
8/24/2017
Categories:
marsh marigold, imagery, life,
Form: Free verse
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 2
Lady’s mantle with butcher’s broom
dwarf cornel cotton grass so thin,
yellow travellers joy,with buttercup
on sunspurged ,petty whin.
Creeping jenny over silverweed
groundsel& cudweed,balm,rockrose
and agromony with thistle prickly green.
Good King Henry,goose fat red and a full
fat hen,in moschatel with mistletoe
and eyebright mustard so white.Thyme
&teasel so tamarisk in water-peppered bogbean;
grape hyacinth with forget-me-not in a
sea of lavender blue-green.Honesty
cuckoo flower,flax fumitory & fleabane;
musk marsh marigold&daffodil
in scentless mayweed.Yarrow ramson scabious
feverless,&plantain true with pepperwort,
cress seabeat burr buttered blue.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
marsh marigold, fantasy,
Form: Verse
In spring water is surrounded by marsh marigold
In summer fields of grain are color of gold
In fall wind whispers ballads of the old
In summer spider spins web in which destinies will unfold
Through the seasons mighty oak stands tall
In the forest oaks die but this one will never fall
It’s because its soul
Is reflected in supernatural black hole
The mass of black matter by neural flame changed
Until the paths of neurons are all rearranged
As energies are exchanged
The imagination is stretched and new horizon ranged
That is the base for magical dream that will fallow
And magical keys will form like oceanic billow
The red plasma of dreams will form a tornado
Beautiful and magical gateway to dreamscape at the end of the rainbow
This is the oak soul that dream will adore
That is written on oaks core
The vision of magic the soul will explore
The base of motion that one day fate will restore
Categories:
marsh marigold, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Autumn can be beautiful with morning dew reflecting sun’s early beams as it condenses upon moor
The winter with its snow is clean and pure
The summer is mountains surrounded with green fields and beach and ocean like sky azure
But when one needs proof of life’s strength it is spring that will reassure
Song author sang that not spring but autumn is his favorite time
And in many ways autumn is sublime
When symphony of color with wind zigzagging among leaves like song among notes is in prime
But beginning of war with smell of lead and gas was also at fall’s time
But spring is the time when streams are surrounded by marsh marigold
When wind between the boughs of weeping willow sings ballads of the old
When sunset in the mountains is truly violet and gold
But most of all it is the time when flowers and with them life will unfold
This is why now with fall’s rain murmuring in windows spring I extol
Spring when flowers of sage open violet like a soul
When primrose opening is like reference less destiny of pure idea the very time will console
Proof of glory of life and that is why spring is better than fall
Categories:
marsh marigold, spring,
Form: Rhyme
May opens its loving arms
Flowers like hyacinth, marsh marigold grow on fields while grain grows on farms
The cool breeze in face of intense heath one’s visage charms
The bee colony above may flowers swarms
The subtle leaves of amber color willow has boughs that are ramifying
Above the fields majestic eagle is flying
Man and women their love are vowing
Nightingale on the perch is resting
The snake in the abyss of knowledge eats his own tail
Infinity isn’t everything but connection versus not is a different tale
That physical act like two hearts or souls becoming one true power wills unveil
Beyond abstract leading back to abstract where eye meets the spectrum like endless ocean it will sail
Where I think therefore I’m can be taken literally
And that position blossoms like a flower with all its majesty and mystery
Like nightingales sweet melody sang by soul of all mighty
In the state of being conscious but dreamy
Categories:
marsh marigold, may,
Form: Rhyme
Soft hills roll endlessly through the expanse
To the north lights of aurora borealis will dance
The castles on the hills the view will enhance
Sun’s orange glow seems to dry the tears of the sky as west it will advance
The sunset turns from orange hue
To blend of gold and linen blue
The waters of the lake make the reflection of the sunset true
With the grain nearby being golden too
In the rushes one can hear frogs and snakes
Poppies grow red and fire crackling sound makes
The rivers flow to the lakes
From high mountain peaks eagle to the sky takes
With the western horizon sun seems conjoint
But it is the invisible hand behind the sun that is important from divine standpoint
It is the unknown the content of that word is more important and to its form has no reference point
Those words generated by the base but their true meaning is from absolute unconnected view point
The Great Eye behind the sun looks down at marsh marigold
The end of the day is about to unfold
The bifurcate willow and tall birch tell stories of old
The gentle summer breeze moves the clouds that in the sunset appear gold
Categories:
marsh marigold, senses, , western,
Form: Rhyme
~~
In an old fashioned garden behind a stone wall
Hollyhocks and sunflowers growing so tall
Red rambling roses drape over a fence
Old fashioned flowers with colours intense.
Lupins and larkspur in lilac display
Buddleia blooming where butterflies play
Surrounding moonflower whose petals unfold
A bright splash of starburst, marsh marigold
Herbaceous borders, rosemary and rue
Columbines and clover full damp with the dew
Scents long forgotten their perfumes endow
I loved them long ago, I love them now
These old fashioned flowers, I planted them all,
In an old fashioned garden behind a stone wall
~~
Categories:
marsh marigold, natureold, garden, old,
Form: Sonnet