beckons my eye
nature in perfect balance
see small loveliness
blue reds rise autumn dawn
tail twitches “welcome”
Happy 1st day of December to each of you lovely people!
“a flower was offered to me…” *
crumpled, once wild and free
the little one that gave it
an orphan was he
I looked in his eyes
a clear blooming love
I gathered some stars
and joy from above
brief mere moments
were all that we had
but flowers are like that
petals in our hands
Memories like flowers
spring fragrance on winter’s winds
petals on a page
Some poems write themselves. This came as I remembered a precious orphan who gave me a flower because I had smiled and spoke to him (in very poor Russian). This week’s prompt from Poets United – begin our poem with ” A flower was offered me”
(* William Blake)
I was wild a little daring
boldly wearing magenta in a sea of green
standing tall at the close of spring
the thing was no one knew my name
they did the pansies, marigolds, lobelia
I heard one flower proclaim
“she’s a beauty for a weed
she should be removed
who knows if she will infect you”
I wasn’t refined so knew little what to do
so hard to define I like who I am
I heard the master gardener say:
“don’t stop being who you are
a time will come I will cut away
do not dismay you will endure
long years you will smile and sway”
It’s difficult standing among a crowd and being different. Perhaps while everyone wears blue and yellow, you like orange and pink. Your shoes are tall while everyone else wears flats. Were we made to be all the same? Apparently not some people are petite others are large. There could be one hundred people with dark hair and that hair would be long and straight, short and kinky, medium and bouncy , shiny with a red tint, or dull with some grey streaks. God made us this way. We are different not so that we can point out that we are the best flower in the garden but so that we can give food or shade to a certain creature, offer a rare fragrance in mid-day, cheer up someone who is downtrodden, or shine our faces in a smile to the sun. We each carry a gift that like a bouquet is an offering of beauty to our maker and to our world.
“Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit.”
“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
in white wisteria vine …
lifting her pink face
nectar blows sweet over fields
sun’s broad smile
Lolly’s haiku is today’s inspiration for Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu
A brush, my fingers are entranced
inhaling rich loamy soil
time upon time ago what were you?
acorns found a safe harbor
limbs created wind breaker
mules with plows toiled
deer on fallen leaves pranced
I kneel beneath arbor
I hold today’s beauty
before she …
becomes rooted with her maker
It is Earth Day – time to care for the ground we live on
Dressed in tones of sunshine
my yellow bonnet waves
amidst contrast of green fields
we chorus spring today
an errant finger plucks
I cry in silent agony
breaking Printemps connection
separated from celebration
Disappointed with my fragrance
I am flung upon a pile of debris
rubbish clogs my senses
I used to breathe beauty
(now I brave man’s stench)
“SKY and EARTH”
Gold lining my sleeve
a small face peeks from earth below
I don’t want to alarm her
deep my thundering bellow
reach and inhale her beauty
jealous of rich soil wrapped about her
I wake each day to his radiant smile
each morning warmth tingles within
I envy the birds that fly so high
near him they almost touch
I want to lay on fluffy clouds at night
to his pocket be pinned
longing to feel his breath on my skin
only to turn my face in a smile
Never to caress the one I love
distance that separates more than miles
At Poets United we are celebrating Earth Day!!!!
For the nth time, I wish I could put into words the thoughts burning in my mind. I feel that more than ever, I have expressed myself badly. I do not know how you could take interest in reading all these muddled thoughts.
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