The sun blazed hot, no cloud for a respite.
Life was hopeless, wretched and desperate.
The grass a withered brown, and tree leaves sparse.
No shade for the living, summer a farce.
Rockeries were lichen free, the rill dry.
Hopefully, the food caters would pass by.
Sally and I sought rest in our cottage.
The air conditioner used its wattage.
The best thing was that behind was a pool.
Where all our dark ducks could swim and feel cool.
In our gear, we jumped quickly with the ducks
Until the caters came with their big trucks.
Just a scribble
for want of better things.
Categories:
rockeries, nature,
Form: Couplet
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
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Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
rockeries, creation, dream, fate, garden,
Form: Free verse
Bamboo shoots
I am at peace in a land of dreams.
The creatures of nightmare may scream,
But I am serene in my bamboo garden.
Waterfalls, wooden instruments, whistle their winding calls
And all attune are the birds of Eden.
I have never found love in this place of pure Earth,
And rockeries, but no broccoli please.
I only need pretty flowers to see,
For I am no vegetarian.
I am finding it hard to care again,
But here I sit with the peace within,
My garden.
The bonsai trees and fallen leaves,
And little streams which flows like dreams,
Forever winding in any direction
And at the end their resurrection.
Another dream is reborn once more,
To take me away to another world
And all is well as I stare into the bottom of an empty well.
Waiting for water,
Waiting for another story,
There is always more to tell to her,
But she is not here to know of her glory.
So I will speak, for I must…
I DO NOT TRUST!
I will tell in the hope that one day,
I will be able to find myself again.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
rockeries, dream, flower, garden, imagery,
Form: I do not know?
Pots of geraniums down the front steps
peeking from the windowsills
the hanging baskets on the front verandas
or the back porches,
Ravishing beds of fragrant shrubs
adorning the sidewalks,
Swathes of jewel-like crocus flowers
throughout lawns and rockeries,
Patches of cheeriest golden daffodils,
The deciduous magnolias blooming...
There are flowers everywhere
brilliant beauty and wondrous aroma of roses
a kaleidoscope of gorgeous multicolored tulips,
The air is rife with sweet scent
and the sun is shining bright;
Can someone please tell me,
is this spring in full bloom
or my lady just smiled at me with love?
~A Brian Strand contest
Categories:
rockeries, spring,
Form: Free verse
The heart of Hersonnisos, the Isle of Crete
In a place so full of allure
Up on a hill, in the midst of the sea
Lies the heavenly Kreta Natur
The beautiful gardens, the flowers and trees
Rockeries made from stone
Views that will bring a tear to your eye
All give you the feeling of home
Side by side, Maria and George
Together they work as a team
So many years of labour and love
It’s taken to build their dream
Nurtured and tended by loving hands
Such relaxation you feel
When you arrive, the lovely warm smiles
And welcome they give you is real
Marias cooking, so lovely to taste
Her chicken, the best as of yet
BBQ night prepared by George
Is one you will never forget
But…one thing is true, when your holiday’s done
And you know that its times to fly
Year after year you will always return
So it’s never really goodbye…
For George and Maria...amazing people and the perfect hosts
Thank you..
Categories:
rockeries, beautiful, holiday, inspiration, international,
Form: Ballad