Stalky lupines add a purple fringe
to rugs beneath the lodgepole pine
In tall cool grass, where deer have been
the sun slides down between the limbs
The blue wild flax, on slender stems
will bend and bow to every breeze
And sulphured bands of wild buckwheat
in wild array, will cluster at my feet
Not planned, unintended, still they remain
Untouched by the hoe, and watered by rain
A colored carpet wide and sweeping for my eye
While hiking through the lofty hillside high
Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please
The winding path that climbs higher still
Strikes vibrant chords and charms the spirit still
This hillside of carpet, in springtime so mild
Planted by God, and born to be wild
Inspired by Constance's mini contest "Wildflowers"
Categories:
sulphured, happiness, nature,
Form: Rhyme
You did not love the sceptred sunshine
You loved the summer’s undiluted sun
Which in the end took its bitter revenge
In depriving you of your saline serenity
Into the depths of crazed pivoted symphony.
Rest assured in your diverted quickened steps
That nobody loved the soul within your crest
The crazed straw hat topping your yellow hair
Your red beard drenched in the crowds, a fear
It was enough to drive the crazy sickened mob
For a revenge on your enflamed tortured throb.
Children will mock you
Citizen will lock you
Women will scorn you
People will disown you.
Dawning clouds and rustling winds
Broken strokes of the lemon rinds
Vermillioned lamps amid ochred yellows
Cobalt blues of the sulphured mellows
Embittered flowers in the wasted vase
Vibratory landscapes in twisted grass
Pavement cafes under the starry skies
Purpled deeds in hallucinatory nights.
With colour and the light
And amid a creative start
An explosion within your soul
And a bullet in your heart.
Categories:
sulphured, art, inspirational, loss
Form: Lyric