My garden has bellflowers, globe flowers and cornflowers too
I spend many hours weeding the rows, making it look new
Sometimes a pretty renegade violet sneaks in, what can I do?
I leave her unviolated, she adds a gorgeous splash of blue.
My neighbor old Cyrus brought me some bulbs of iris today.
I will plant them in fall; it is not time for them to make their way.
He said, “Your marigolds are so beautiful, ruffled and gay!”
Uplifted my mood, showing Cyrus my flower garden today.
Your bleeding heart is so gorgeous! He said. What is your trick?
He is right; she is the quintessential flower, fluffy and thick.
She was a start from my great Grandmother, Molly McNick.
She was an Irish wizard, who could grow a flower in brick.
You have inherited her green thumb, Old Cyrus told me.
Your Queen Anne’s lace and daisies are a pleasure to see.
I felt happy that he did nothing to disturb my busy bumble bee.
Many winged creatures aid in my garden of ecstasy
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
unviolated, flower, garden,
Form: Rhyme
Their death day that came
far too soon
did freeze their love amidst full bloom
Never would angry words
ring out
no regrets brought about
Nothing to say sorry fors and
no hot tears shed behind
closed
doors
Nothing to regret..
Nothing to wish to forget..
Nothing hurt..
Nothing cursed..
Untouched, unviolated, preserved
the sickness of death doth cured
only simple, sweet, pure love
naïve and precious like a
newborn
dove
Two lives taken just as they started
no time for hearts to break
or
harden
A smart life lesson for us all
for we know not,
just when death will call
And loving fully and with all our best
means no matter what,
we'll find easy rest
just like Romeo and his
Juliet
Categories:
unviolated, courage, desire, first love,
Form: Rhyme