Flower People Poems

Is it possible that a flower can regrow?
you have to leave the roots, they say
but how can I know?
Are the roots still there and
should I...

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Watching people like it’s sport
Amber smile the winning sort
Lovely lips repeat a joke
Laughs on cue as you hope
Fuchsia fears hidden well
Looking for exit despite sitting...

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You didn't know me
Still, you can say hi,
If you stop someday
When out walking by

I'm just a name now
First, middle and last,
Above two carved dates
Important to...

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‘I’m okay, you’re okay’ is a mask in the land of pretend.

Hide your face and how it twists into such an ugly thing,
How it wrinkles...

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I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.

People were as...

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Scurrying people
windy city wind whistling
Wet animals flee
Blue thunder, silver slick streets
Hued blooms close their perfumed rooms....

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Chocolate Cosmos is said to be a flower unique,
My bone might be white, and my blood might be red like others,
My uniqueness, like the pole...

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    Ballerina barre bob, white stocking wings whir
    Mushroom plume tutu trails translucent steam
    Sticky foot...

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Yellow and pink hued
ruffled petal elegance
Magnetic beauty
drawing crowds in days so long
Simmering sunshine shadows

Time flees chase of life
around the corner of blooms
where music's playing
Blue skies...

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avenue of hues
but mostly asters rich blooms
colored by the sun

petals on pathways
in windswept honeyed summer
on the outside in

tireless mauve hours pause
just to hear cardinals sing
giddy...

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Like the first cry of a baby, and the smile of an old man
Like a flower in the desert, reaching up out of the sand
There's...

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Natives,  Adivasi, however we identify them,
They were there before we came, and took over their land from them,
We used them, displaced them, put a...

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Sojourner to far-flung climes;
When you return,
Will you remember the evening songs
Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?
Will you still remember the fame of the great...

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You had been once a living bone, full of potential and motive,
But someplace alongside the manner, you forgot your really worth and worthiness,
Lost in the...

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About life and people,                     ...

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