No Comparison #art #nature #poetry

I tried to draw a rose today

but noise and life got in the way

my pencil finally took control

what it drew I hardly know

“it’s good I guess” I tell the pad

 I sniff the scent of rubber band

I tried to draw a rose today

crumpled paper, thrown away

*

rare beauty

inhale, no bottle can hold

rose succulence

Flowers can cheer a frown into a smile. Poets United knows this well and so the prompt this week is Flowers!!!

The Gift of the Crumpled Flower #poetry #photography

 

lone daisy

“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

 

framed hand with flower

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)

The Beauty in Difference #devotion #poetry

pink wild flower poster

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 knew 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, knew little what to do

hard to define, but 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,  straight, short, kinky, medium, bouncy, shiny, red tint, or dull with some grey. 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.”

John 15:2

 “ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”  ~Psalm 139:14

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

Ephesians 2:10

Shared today with Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United and Godinterest

Love Her #earthday #poetry

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

Roots #earthday #poetry

discarded daffodil

Despondent

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)

rising sun

“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

red rose

At Poets United we are celebrating Earth Day!!!!