I tend my little garden secret,
where sweet-peas once climbed up-
the forgotten gates, all forlorn,
with blooms for lost chances,
long since gone.
I count only the first five petals
of the blue forget-me-nots.
Each one a tiny glance-a-side,
I once brushed aside—
A lash upon an eyelid,
that just closed.
There are the foxgloves
ringing soft bells,
for all the might-have-beens,
and if-only red roses,
that bloomed as promises
inside my head.
So I let my garden grow,
long and slow, to overgrow.
Let it be distilled instead,
into a faint, yellow, elixir of perfume—
"My Sweet-Pea Past".
My sweet pastel pea flower beneath an evergreen tree,
I'll take you home, put you in my pottery before leaves fall free.
I'll love you forever and ever, for all of eternity.
That’s what she is a little flower to me,
A tulip, a rose, daisy or even sweet pea.
Fragrant soft ringlets make up her hair,
Must be why butterflies flutter round there.
She runs through wet grass in her bare feet,
Red birds and blue birds to her they greet.
This beautiful sight I bury in heart and head,
The day will come when far away she is led.
Author Eileen Clark
Sweet pea
Exquisite
Perfume sublime
Enchanting beguiling…
Temptress
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Your wispy hair that frames your face
Your smile so divine;
Those sparkling eyes, that hearty laugh
I can’t believe you’re mine.
One deep dimple on your cheek
The sweetest sounding voice;
My best friend, my little girl
You make my heart rejoice.
I want to hold you all the time
And whisper in your ear;
You are my heart, you are my soul
I always want you here.
I have an old dog named Sweet Pea
More wily than sweet, you’d agree
Who runs the house?
Not me or my spouse
No, our dog, Sweet Pea, the queen bee
* For our little girl, Sweet Pea, after 15 years with us, she is a part of the family.
It’s now crystal clear… I need not be told
I am falling for a Sri Lankan sweet pea. I can’t hold
My feelings… she’s a darling dame, a beauty to behold
She’s got a guy, but to me she’s more than gains and gold
How I wish I could live forever in her singing sky,
Her rhymes and rhapsodies ring… giving me wings to fly
I have promised my self that I will not love for now… it turned a lie
My heart is hot for a buddy I have not seen… I need an eagle’s eye
I have never seen, held or used a Sri Lankan rupee
But I am dying for this colorful… cute Asian sweet pea
I’m caged in thy colorful cell oh Crystal… you’ve got the key
Give me thy love, life and all; please do this to set me free
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