Short Arboretum Poems
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Mature arboretum
Memory of spring gone
Many start to wither
Maple leaves dominate
Multi-coloured display
Montage for October
Masterclass in fine art
FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS
misty beauty, white ravines
make mornings meaningful
Acacia arboretum hold fast
At the breaking before breakfast
The new day, old friends, egrets
I was sent to the Sahara to find the best cactus
All I had to do was mark it
Someone else would remove it
Bringing it to the sound stage
Or the arboretum or wherever it was needed
Efflorescence in a period of time
As Chicory plant spreads
While arboretum is filled with newly watered seeds
The wild-flower in all its glory blooms
The gentility of the open space soiled
Polluted by the lack of responsibilities
verdant shades
dappled shadows… woodland ways
dancing flower flies
~
woodland... a garden
an arboretum… parkland
fill one's mind with green
~
artists… bemused...
which green to fill their brush…
gardens inspire
Who is this who comes us
within the shadowy arboretum of soul?
Who waters those roots with tears,
revives with ardent longings,
until She appears on the periphery
of mind, to claim our thoughts
as Her own?
A cosmos must explode
into light,
only then do we know
how to make love
to an image,
knowing we are the mirrors.
Absent oxygen,
survival hinged on fire.
Launched anchor,
sunken ship of desire.
Mind's weapon
waging war
with free soul.
Blind volunteer
leads on,
midnight patrol.
Too little,
too late,
too much,
just wait.
That's wrong,
that's weird,
you can't,
more fear.
Creeping frost,
on sunless arboretum.
Thus guilt,
contrasted freedom.
-Angel Fatale-
My romance with efflorescences in an arboretum,
Is the most picturesque moment in ultimatum.
I can decorate your garden in style,
Provided, you keep the flora in pride.
Elated to dabble with a child,
As long as, both of us get stirred.
I can pose in variety of striking colours,
Competing positively with seasonal flavours.
I am the world's most aesthetic insect,
With my graphics globally perfect.
Moonbeams … Shone On Blossoms …
what a View-full, Twosome
… in the now-closed, Arboretum
and it was An Awesome …
… Quiet, Night-Sight
yet, Sensual – Visual
And The Fragrance, Drifting Around
was Deliciously – Residual
I, must Reschedule
for Another Nocturnal – Delight
These Moonbeams On Blossoms …
is so Opalescence – Bright !
Another Twosome ? …
If You’re Inviting Me Back Again … Right !
TRUTH
dove, it never was of peace, of dryland found.
shove, some need it to get them off the mark.
love, affection for whatever; each other, sound.
above all be one's self so don't live in the dark.
dark, beware, or you can share it with a lover.
park up, nay, an arboretum, trees can be fun.
shark; man-eaters, no, a new food discovered.
hark! the call of natures spring, new life begun!
what are light green milkweed seeds called?
hairy balls!
There are three old women at the table.
One spits out her dentures.
We cannot stop laughing.
I am not kidding, one tells us.
I work at an arboretum. Look it up.
We do and we cannot stop laughing.
The guy in the booth behind the other two turns and glares at me.
I am laughing so hard now, I am crying.
They have no idea, and they keep it going and going and going.
Most elderly ladies
shine under a straw sunhat.
At the arboretum,
sitting under an Ash tree
(the same Ash
that she had sex under,
when she was old enough
to know better).
She leans back
on the scaled trunk
smiling at George,
who is not at all dead to her,
nor Harry, or Jim,
but at this moment
she is content to tuck them all
under her skirt
like a mother hen,
To smile
at the youngsters that pass-by
believing they know
anything about love.