Protecting the peonies from gusty autumn
I cut a few and placed them in a favourite vase
on the window sill in full view of the garden.
Outside, a succession of leaves can be seen
releasing their hold on the branches of trees
and float past the window bidding final farewell.
Indoors, the peonies drop their petals one by one,
landing on this very page where this poem was written.
clusters tend to blind the eyes
overwhelm and hypnotise
I appreciate how that occurs
temporarily reality blurs
daisies fade and daisies wilt
though Earth remains on its same tilt
constant vase sometimes contains bliss
I'm temporal and aware of this
I watch as time demonstrates this fate
there is no sense asking time to wait
nor comfort in letting time past conflate
with our present or future state
each burst of joy that bloomed in view
was gift in moment and threat in lieu
yet yin and yang cannot accrue
and balance is the resting hue
I'm temporal in the schemes and storms
constants are not truthful forms
though Earth remains it can't contain
daisies if there are no rains
temporarily we pause or rush
I appreciate calm in the hush
overwhelm there taught to rest
clusters tended will manifest
A vase brims with red and peach blooms
their colors bleed into the morning light
brushstrokes whisper stories of soft touch
shadows dance across the glass table
outside the window, sunshine is beautiful
inside, life unfolds in strokes of brilliance
Here is a poem request I wrote. It's for a lady who enjoys gardening and has great pleasure in keeping her vases filled with fresh flowers.Enjoying the beauty of nature.
Poem and pictures on my Instagram :
daisymeadows2023
MY CUTTING VASE GARDEN
My garden is so relaxing for me,
The bright green, lush lawn,
Wonderful flowers, such a joy to see!!
I noticed the other day,
The return of the leaf cutter bee,
Shaping each leaf in patterns,
So delicately.
There's lavender so calming,
Sweet peas, with scent so amazing!!
Of course, there's the beautiful rose,
A garden, I love to spend my days in.
There is pretty white boarders,
And foxgloves, standing so tall,
I have my cutting garden vases,
I can fill them all!!
A garden full of vibrant flowers,
Brings such delight for me,
My beautifu,l cutting vase garden,
Is where you will always find me!!
Was my son vindictive? My wife just stared at the sight!
There on the floor was the old ugly vase
My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day.
And my wife know how much love my son had for it.
Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive
For he has a special place in my heart,
Still, I feel the pain he caused to my wife,
And all because we had such a small tiff.
Wish I could see him now; I'll give him a piece of my mind,
But then I'll say I love you, and hold him in my arms.
Grudgingly would he mend the ugly vase?
There, he's back; it did not take him long. Guess what he said?
"Darling, that pesky cat has broken our vase."
A smile shone on his impish face.
Promptly, he handed me a new vase
A copy of one of my aunt Melinda's saved the day.
NB Fiction
spring
my vase is ready
on the broad window sill~
spring rains bring beauties
summer
my vase overflows
on the broad window sill~
sunlight warms petals
autumn
my vase stands silent
on the broad window sill~
leaves drift down like thoughts
winter
my vase gathers dust
on the broad window sill~
snowlight fills the room
my vase is ready
on the broad window sill~
spring rains bring beauties
Beautiful flowers
in a vase, reflecting love,
light up life with joy:-
Nature, giving life to life,
messaging human nature:-
artsy
yet subtle
not asking for credit
the backup
timid
the sidekick
content as backdrop
in support
quiet
wanton blooms
receiving the attention
and applause
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Beauty is nicely painted on your face
like a rose, neatly plucked from a garden
and carefully placed in a flower vase,
to spread its sweet fragrance with full pardon.
For contest: Write Four Beautiful Lines
Judged: 3/11/2025 12:37:00 PM
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placement: 3rd
A world in a race of fast pace,
Busy achieving a face,
Chasing hard but unaware of the end's trace,
Death inevitable, life—an empty vase,
Maybe life was meant to live, not to waste.
grandma's garden blooms
grand daughter cuts precious rose
ends up in a vase
The tulips in the vase,
a clan of lassies fair.
Their buds they hold the gold,
the pollen of their youth
and promise sunrise told,
the tulips in the vase,
they lounge in waisted glass
with petals kidskin sleek
in shades as warm as fire,
oh, glamor girls trés chic.
The tulips in the vase,
romantic redheads bloom.
Their teacup tepals filled;
ideas nouveau riche
with secrets sunset spilled,
the tulips in the vase
as Venus feeds their dreams.
Demure, in damsels’ dupe,
a still-life painting prop—
enslaved for art they droop.
the leaves are flotsam
b’low water level -
roses aspire
Firm,
Green vase,
With the curves,
Of a lovely woman,
Within,
You caress,
Tender,
Sweet,
Vibrancies,
Of,
Flowers,
That gaze,
Like dream,
Upon,
The mediterranean,
Shore,
Like an exotic woman,
Embraces,
Her love,
Her tears and laughter,
With bright lemons,
By her hem
Reynaldo Casison
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