He is handsome, he is handsome,
The rhododendron,
He is pink, he is pink,
The rhododendron,
He watches the streets,
The rhododendron,
It perfumes the clouds,
The rhododendron,
He says yes, to the stars,
The rhododendron,
He says yes,to the bees,
The rhododendron,
Each flower is a book,
Who speaks of silence,
He is handsome, he is handsome,
He says YES, to everyone,
The rhododendron. ,
The rhododendron
Wearing its red blossoms
Like a Met Gala gown.
A peerless beauty from a distant land,
now loved in rainbow colours round the globe,
her tresses, curls and sumptuous curves delight,
she’s surely clad in Nature’s finest robe.
Oh! floriferous, bold, roseate ebullience of May,
Alluring doting sights welcome-vibes you convey
Gracing edges, where the roses and azaleas sway
Forming resplendent ballet of multicolored array;
O rhododendron, flamboyant in euphoric morn,
Flaunting flaming-purple how gardens you adorn
Where hummingbirds frolic and butterflies play
And bell-shaped showy blossoms greet sunny day
As jubilation of spring, breezing your realm serene,
Revels in whorls of petals pristine, as you preen,
Boasting hints amethyst on elegance evergreen
Sprinkling perfumed ambiance on tempo upbeat
Where pulse of romance strums passionate beat
Lauding floriferous display, as if a flower bouquet;
O rhododendron~ roseate, ornate beauty of May!
June 8, 2022
Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
The burst of fuchsia colored flowers, brightens the yard
Having grown over the years, it spreads further now
Big blooms that attract the Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly
They stand out like fireworks on a dark, cloudy day
Stop, look, see them while they last...
It's a show to enlighten even the darkest of days
Then stunning with shine, when the sunlight returns
Heidi Sands
*This will be edited later, when I can figure out how to get the photo here clearly. It is not coming out right. Thanks.
6/8/21
pink rhododendron
sweetening morning shadows
hiking in backwoods
May 20, 2021
I rise
Out of my small hard bed
Of childhood dreams
Just to see the
Rhododendron bloom
Once more
Like a pink sunrise
While my grandmothers ghost
Follows me
Around the old house
As I walk
Through each empty room
And the memories
Appear out of the
Restless space
One by one
Guarded by the
Strict division of walls
Yet I drag them out
Of their secret hiding place
So that I,
The only girl child,
Could be the Queen
For one more day
Before I flung them all
To the raging wolves
Of history.
The arcs of how you work
On the PC before the desk
Chords of the circles
You paint while you talk
Hilly sentences of poems
The tales of the muscles
Swing in crimson sunshine
The machine you handle
While the steel melts
They are your boyfriends
They flirt overtly
Baskets of flowers, laugh
Sun sits on marigolds
I see you walking
Doing your hair
Talking to the unruly breeze
Holding you tight
In the pink behind
Poems ring on telephone
My rhododendron of loneliness
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