Short Buddleia Poems
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Between sips of Julep
birdsong wafts in the air;
busy bees and countless
butterflies abound on
blossoms of buddleia.
But me? I fall into
blissful torpid languor.
Happy we drifted to November
with died down buddleia
and an abeyance of rose hips
the tree bark is clear
We held the half Moon at Battersea
and went out in the cold
along the maze of streets
everything mattered
Brilliant blue butterfly
Frequently fluttering freely
Delicately dancing on dahlias
Softly soaring skyward
Buddleia bushes brimming with beauty
Enchanting everyone’s eyes
6th July 2014
Colourful garden
Herbaceous border delights
Flowers ripple, breeze
Fluttering beautiful flash
Settled on Buddleia.
Soft gentle rainfall
Shelter taken under leaf
Out of human sight
Herbaceous perfume pervades
Solitary walk.
Buddleia bush, like a small tree
broke in half,
fell into the neighbor's yard.
Planted to block the view of others,
nature decides
I must come out of isolation.
The yard, now open to the world,
personality identified,
facing the first of many changes.
Form:
With your sudden guise
giving Shirley poppies seeds away
To Welford for the snowdrops
in mid February
a hushed garden
with done, knuckled buddleia
rose hips nipped
no surplus food for the birds
Spring like weather
down the South
no snow to contend
Butterflies flutter by
brightening my pretty
borders with rich colours.
Breathtaking jewelled wings
bring me such great delight
Blue Buddleia blooms are
bedecked with their beauty.
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Whispering gossamer wings
flutter on the zephyr breeze
I gaze in awe
as a beautiful butterfly
alights on buddleia blossoms
and marvel
at its bejewelled wings
which resemble a stained glass window
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Brilliant blue butterflies
dance daintily
on beautiful Buddleia bushes
Fluttering flirtatiously
in gorgeous gardens
nibbling nectar
from fragrant flowers
as summer sun shines
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Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled piston
its chore has gone
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
and weve got our spinach to grow
for spring
Don’t plant cabbages near your buddleia bush
Not unless you want cabbages turned into mush
The butterflies love buddleia but they love cabbages too
And the baby caterpillars won’t want to share them with you
So take my advice and plant cabbages well away
Then you will have some leaves for your dinner today
Jan Allison
28th June 2014
Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn here
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled dragon
its chore has commenced
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
There's spinach and broad beans
for spring
Creation
A bumble bee
Busy in the buddleia bush
Getting nectar and pollen
For life all to go.
A butterfly fluttered by
Going up high
For a purpose unknown
Exploring the sky.
Below on a cabbage
A caterpillar chews
And spiders just waiting
To trap some more food.
Incredible creatures
All multiplied vast.
God’s glorious creation
Future, present, and past.
The Autumn crocuses sway
amongst the shadows of the pine trees
The air is resonant with smoke
As the buddleia dies down
August as thick as musk
Blackbird came a calling
about Autumns shortness
Somber yet always lonely
The impending storms
ignite the skies
Finding a talisman
To acknowledge the epiphany
August you are a gust of leafs
floating downstream
you are about heartfelt loss
Tameness is not spoke
The Autumn crocuses sway
amongst the shadows of the pine trees
The air is resonant with smoke
As the buddleia dies down
August as thick as musk
Blackbird came a calling
about Autumns ephemerality
Somber yet always lonely
The impending storms
ignite the skies
Finding an amber talisman
To acknowledge the epiphany
August you are a gust
floating downstream
you are about heartfelt loss
Tameness is not spoken
The Autumn crocuses sway
amongst the shadows of the pine trees
The air is resonant with smoke
As the buddleia dies down
August as thick as musk
Blackbird came a calling
about Autumns ephemerality
Somber yet always lonely
The impending storms
ignite the skies
Finding a talisman
To acknowledge the epiphany
August you are a gust of leafs
floating downstream
you are about heartfelt loss
Tameness is not spoke
The Autumn crocuses sway
amongst the shadows of the pine trees
The air is resonant with smoke
As the buddleia dies down
August as thick as musk
Blackbird came a calling
about Autumns ephemerality
Somber yet always lonely
The impending storms
ignite the skies
Finding a talisman
To acknowledge the epiphany
August you are a gust of leafs
floating downstream
you are about heartfelt loss
Tameness is not spoke
ROSE MOON FOR LOVERS
Vibrancy
of vesper-velvet gown
Buddleia glass slippers fall to ground
Fairy lights,
the climaxing of stars,
in blue-eyed diamond-facet orbs
Riveting
rose moon, kiss of jasmine
in cimmerian shade of Eden
Silhouette
flirt, her bodacious trunk,
vines wrapped around her beckoning arch
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AN ECLECTIC SUMMER’S DAY
Nuts arrive on the tree
is summer really on the wane?
School holidays still to break
and buddleia not yet in flower
for goodness sake!Runner beans
still to bloom,two weeks ago
it was still June and Wimbledon
passed without a monsoon.
Clover now covers the lawn,
bird song still greets the dawn.
Cricket upon our screens and
Summer,middle-aged and in between.
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The Autumn crocuses sway
Amongst the shadows of the pine trees
The air is resonant with smoke
As the buddleia dies down
August as thick as musk
Blackbird came a calling
about Autumns ephemerality
Somber yet always lonely
The impending storms
ignite the skies
We strife to Find a talisman
To acknowledge the epiphany
August you are a gust of leafs
floating downstream
you are about heartfelt loss
Tameness is not spoke
callousness is her hallmark…
Beautiful blue buddleia
brimming with bejeweled butterflies
which flutter frequently from branch to branch
Fabulous freesias
sensationally scented
perfumed perfection
Ruby red rambling roses
dainty daffodils and jaunty jonquils
colourful crocus and charming celandines
blooms bring breathtaking beauty
glorifying Gertrude’s garden
horticultural heaven!
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