wild anemone
the desert red windflower
awesome cool poppy
Categories:
windflower, flower,
Form: Haiku
From winter shadow
oh, farewell to snow
bare tree
now, your green leaves grow
and soft breezes blow
carefree ...
buds bloom with gusto
oh, sweet spring hello ...
woes flee
Garden filigree
songs by chickadee
flower ...
hummingbird' s three
and a buzzing bee ...
shower
is the secret key
for a flower to be ...
tower
Oh, sweet bellflower
purple coneflower
just flow
swaying sunflower ...
like a wildflower
rainbow
floating windflower
each sublime flower
aglow
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March 17, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/Virellai/My Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1532-192-17
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Write Me A Virellai
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues, Judged 04/09/2023
Categories:
windflower, flower, garden,
Form: Rhyme
“Autumn is a second Spring
when every leaf is a flower”
Albert Camus
French philosopher, author and journalist
WINDFALL
the wind-bell, the windflower
the sturdy gong
brisk breeze of anemones
the screen whips open
frangible leaves whisk about
autumnal bout on the deck
hollow limbs crack
oaken surrender
to pruning effect
the scent of cinnamon
mixed with aphrodisiacal pulp
in the amber-lit kitchen
lilliputians of school age
excitement of tiny twisters
scuff up mom’s playground
fatherwind tossles her hair
purple mood ring
spurs smiles to each child
8/8/2019
Categories:
windflower, autumn, wind,
Form: Verse
This soul is locked forever wounded
In the torment of this particular day;
The question "why" has not been graced
With answers understandable.
And my tears,
Along with the questions
Have no voice...
No peace..
No choice...
So always, and sometimes, hope in wonderment
The spirit of my courage
And his duty
Is more or less of finer things...
But, after all the wishes,
I am just a Windflower
White and fragile,
And stubbornly alive
On a sharp rocked shore
Next to an undulating
Black marble monument...
Standing for the lost and the fallen.
Waiting in a tremble of despair
For my own Hero of certain reality,
Who understands Windflowers
And the need for
A sheltering embrace
In this particular life,
On this particular day
On a golden afternoon
Before a knock on the door
Locks my soul
Forever wounded....
On this particular day...
Categories:
windflower, loss, love,
Form: Dramatic Monologue