familiar foot traffic
past a garden, plush
menagerie of color and scents
nervy stance
from a snowball bush, resplendent
with white rounded vases of blooms
stately with milky petals
in clumped clover-leaf shapes
tempting touch like a face symmetrical with compelling eyes
two small girls totter ahead
cup flower-clusters
push petals into rosy faces
peacockish vain
in a cherished space
a grandma explains, "snowballs of summer"
soothing presence for children, giddy
who cradle plump blooms like giants in hand
white petals plucked
specks in small hands
never fully sure of what they hold
moments that stammer
that leave us in bursts
as time flits through summer eves
to touch foreign worlds that bead like water on skin
a flow into comfort - when it comes
in streams
Categories:
peacockish, beauty, children, flower, garden,
Form: Free verse
Life is music that drifts in open spaces
sometimes a brash crescendo
that brims with the fullness of now
when stories break from narrow, rigid scripts
stifling random routine
Life is free wheeling inventiveness
peacockish
a feathered tapestry
parading like a wedding dress down the aisle
Sometimes life is a ping pong bounce of sorrow
giant ball
that blurs the sky
that covers our eyes
a fog creeping into ruined places
Life is a tumble of forces
a counterpoint of malice and joy
that goes in an unexpected direction
like the connective chords of love
an airy drift
amplified
in the ringing rush of time
Poem composed: July 2/2022
Categories:
peacockish, appreciation, encouraging, growth, life,
Form: Free verse