pretty Polly practiced planting posies
purple primrose, pink petunias, plants protected by
prideful, placid, preening peacocks.
produce provided by Polly’s plentiful garden
pleases Peterson, plant president of Puffin Produce.
grandma's garden blooms
grand daughter cuts precious rose
ends up in a vase
We can mortify our flesh,
wear our sign of confession,
perform our penance,
bear portions of scratchy sackcloth
so rough, so abrasive, against our bare backs.
Our sideboard now bears such a treasure,
three posies, nosegays, tussie-mussies,
bound in such pieces that would
love to scratch at our naked flesh
if we pressed it against our chests, our bellies, our backs.
Do we think of our past - our past’s own past?
Do we ignore all history
as we glance at, or disregard,
those posies, nosegays, tussie-mussies,
that sit in scratchy sackcloth?
(11 Dec 2023)
The primrose posies
unique to our countryside
scatter their beauty
I've gone,
to where,
my sorrowful soul,
was waiting for me.
Deep darkness enticed me to play,
I never could as a child,
because growing up,
came quickly for me.
The memories of stinging bees,
beneath my bare feet,
and winds that blew away,
my dandelion wishes.
The clouds always drew,
dark pictures,
as I sat on my swing,
letting the deep darkness,
push me.
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Wild are the spring flowers which win my heart
wood violets blue, and those Johnnie jump-Up starts
waves of ajunta burgundy glow
pierced with lost daffodils standing apart
a gourmands delight admired a la carte
'mong seas of forsythia fences are draped.
Bushes of fuzzywillows looking smart,
cozy up to dirt roads soften the heart.
even the dandelions make a fine tableaux
as off I go my head spinning with art
to paint images, the sweet and the tart
expressionist posies, as if for VanGogh.
Indian strawberries dot gardens in beds
as buttercups yellow, slip through rye grass
tickled by warm winds and skies overcast.
Oh, I'm ready to paint the beauty ahead
with crimson, vermilion and titanium lead.
Sitting on a hummock I draw the repast
mixing my colors on a piece of glass
stunned by the wild flowers, most over tread.
*Dante's variation on the Italian sonnet.
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