light periwinkle blue
with yellow face
she draws butterflies
she can be ground cover
prefers cool climate
found in woodlands
tolerant of rabbits and deer
reseeds herself
spreading her prettiness
To never change a mind that’s closed
or stroke the lion’s mane
With fate embedded, etched in stone
you’re left with what remains
In tunnels dark and burrowed deep
you hide from nature’s wrath
Whose last denial, truth reviled
—reseeds the garden path
(The New Room: July, 2022)
O sunflower Helianthus thy Name
The internet for Writing, strange game
My love for Helianthus Annuus, came
With Morning Muse. then CONFUSE-ion
Not on the site, lost in cyberspace
Meanwhile new cultivars of sunflower
Are amazingly done in the US
God be praised for flowers, that give and give
Yes, an annual, dies when cold, but reseeds
Itself -- feeds us good seed-- Glory to God
Who made each & every flower, with variety
Only Russia today, seems to hate variation
But we learn from Hitler & Putin, never PUT IN
This universe whatever lies in your heart
Learn from Nature (Jesus, too) the giving ART
As the river flows over the rocks entering into the cave
Pouring into a crevice then dripping slowly as it reseeds
The mouth of the mountains opens with a burst of violence
As a volcanic eruption exploding with hot lava flowing
Then soft songs of birds singing the volcano suddenly quiet
These waters now calm flowing softly along the river bank touching the sides
As a large log drifts along the shore then coming to rest at the entrance
Placed between two maintains once climbed
Now silence from these rushing waters within
Does time past germinate in lost stories
its tendrils stir and drill through tender soil,
and breaks the cold clay of deep memories
but reseeds us by impossible toil.
It's Ixion strapped to the poetic wheel
spinning our tales eternally around
but never can words our fates truly seal
until inspiration’s loud thunders sound.
This reflection in the mirror has captured
Years of thought and wrinkles of labor
While the hair reseeds and turns off white
I think of years of delight with love in the moonlight
With only this one reflection I stand alone
Wanting to see your reflection in this mirror of lost love
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Contest: Reflect That Emotion
Date Created: 02/20/2019
Judged N/A
When I think about the woods I’m
Humbled by the architecture of the naked trees
Solid, tranquil, every reaching as I climb
Higher towards the southerly breeze
In Beaulieu, when it rains mother can be seen
Dashing out between the showers to pull the weeds
She misses many stuck in between
Which the wind carries and the plant reseeds
At the river mouth the water turns
And the swans take off graciously over the tide pool
The ducklings settle back into the ferns
Settle down hazy mist and make the evening cool
Strong floral scents carried far on a zephyr
Echoing sound of match point from the court
Baby calves playfully jump and softly nose the heifer
Hear their mooing chatter as they lightly cavort
The donkey foals have such big heads
Post-like legs with sturdy feet
They need big pillows for their beds
They look so cuddly and oh so sweet
Hey where’s the water gone?
Someone’s pulled the plug
When will I see the return of the swan?
To my home, my tranquil drug
March 2011 spring is on the way
The sea is Calm slight haze on the bay
The sea is our life the fishing is good
We depend on the ocean for our livelihood
Rumble in the distance buildings begin to shake
Screaming shouting it’s an earthquake
Riverbeds are dry as the water reseeds
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Run run faster as quick as you can
Got to get higher every woman child and man
The town has been consumed devastation everywhere
People are in shock cries of despair
Sky drenched in flame dust in the air
Such immense power natures so unfair
The sea is usually benign but not two day
Twenty thousand souls washed away
This cannot be we learned from the past
Built the levies higher built them to last
No matter what we do it will never be enough
Natures to strong and where not strong enough
Written by M.BURTON
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