Sweet pink petals, primrose nestled ‘midst greenery. Worry not, I shall not assail you. I shall take you with me, memorized, not plucked or bouqueted. Summer breeze ruffles your fragility. Nearby lilac’s scent floats round you and your color seems to deepen. Like a young woman’s blush at her first lover’s caress. Sweet pink petals, what is it in you that stirs me so?
Written for Open Link Night at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Photo taken today in the gardens that surround our building. These may not be roses, but they motivated this poem.
fuchsia, orange, purple too ~
Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month, which is also National Haiku Poetry Day. Toads asks us to write a traditional haiku: * three lines, 5-7-5 syllabic structure
* must include a kigo (seasonal reference)
* must include a kiru (cutting/juxtapositioning/punctuation that shifts focus). Here the toy kaleidoscope becomes spring’s profusion of flowers.
Photos: first is from the San Diego Botanical Gardens last month. The lilac photo was taken last May in Harvard Arboretum’s lilac lane.
Stop in at Toads today to sample some wonderful haiku!
Bloom wherever you are planted, my dear.
Her mother’s sage advice.
And she did.
She fancied herself an annual,
as her life took many turns.
And always, she bloomed,
but never with perennial roots.
She took odd jobs to secure her keep.
Brought joy and happiness
wherever she landed,
for whatever her growing season.
She took a new name in every town.
Dahlia for Davenport. Pansy in Peoria.
Hitchhiking cross country
she became Zinnia in LA.
Suitors brought her flowers,
obsequiously wooing her.
When they got too close.
she uprooted once again.
She carried one note always
written in careful hand,
folded inside the pocket
of her well-worn floral wrap.
When last I seek the sun
and it rises not on me,
place me ‘neath the fertile ground
with marker at my head.
Etch my epitaph in simple script
that all might finally know.
Here lies Marigold.
Daughter of Chrys Anthemum,
and dweller of the Cosmos.
Day 10: National Poetry Writing Month, where the challenge is to write a poem every day. Written for Toads where today we are to write an Ekphrasis: a poem that is motivated by a work of art.
This work of art by Odilon Redon (1840 – 1916) is titled Mystery. He is a French symbolist painter, printmaker, draughtsman and pastellist . “My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.”