Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The book of wild flowers



You come
stealing the sun,
behind the bergamot
and tawny-ivy shrubs-

I twist
zigzag, stout-stemmed hips,
listening to the story of the grasses
& flowers that will not wait for snow-

You march by
shunning my thorns,
gossiping with the shallow daisies
& picking clusters of snowberries-   

I employ the strong wind
to catch you in the meadows
so you may hear
the silent roar of the vast- 


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Botanical Word List from De Jackson

28 comments:

  1. This one seems so beautifully metaphorical to me. I interpreted it as a a lily in a field of roses...

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  2. So that is where the sun has gone, must stop the stealing at every lawn haha great write, have a fun night!

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  3. How beautifully your have spun these words and phrases into poetry.

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  4. A delightful write. I love
    "gossiping with the shallow daisies
    & picking clusters of snowberries"!
    K

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  5. oo the silent roar of the vast...ha....pretty cool story telling with in the flowers...off to gossip with the daisies...ha.....roar on!

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  6. You wove quite the tapestry with many of the prompt words, Grace. Nicely done. I like the sense of relationship and flirtation you impart.

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  7. Love the flow of this poem. Your writing is beautiful.

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  8. Honestly, this is exquisite poetry. I want to be transplanted into that meadow ! Perfectly painted words .., and to think this came from a word list

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  9. Reminds me of chocolate: a moment on the lips, forever on stout-stemmed hips :-)
    Love the gossiping daisies. This whole poem is like a daisy chain.

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  10. I have not looked at the word list yet, but your first line lured me in from the dash-board and oh, I LOVE this...'listening to the story of the grasses'! Thank-you for sharing your gift!

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  11. You painted an exquisite canvas of the ever changing world. Thanks for sharing.

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  12. Like everyone else said, a fantastic write. But my favorite part, because I cannot STAND talking behind someone's back, was the stab at the "gossiping of shallow daisies." I mean, what a phrase@ Gossip is one of the shallowest of pursuits. You nailed it, Grace. Peace, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/13/snow-bizness/

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  13. Grace you always create such beauty. I struggled with the words coming up with merely mediocre.

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  14. ...i just loved your word selection here Grace... very elegant... and the whole poem just reads fantastic... smiles...

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  15. Very nice Grace, especially the last stanza: I employ the strong wind/to catch you in the meadows/so you may hear/the silent roar of the vast

    Gracias, Grace

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  16. This is beautiful! Have a wonderful day, Grace.

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  17. The last stanza is exquisite! Another beauty, Grace!

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  18. Wow. You've packed so much of the list in there, and so seamlessly. Just wonderful.
    de
    whimsygizmo.wordpress.com

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  19. each stanza-- increasingly captivating ! Sincerely Deborah

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  20. a total and vast community it is

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  21. You have painted an amazing and beautiful picture, you words dance off the page.

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  22. Love this, Grace,,, soft and beautiful with a strong closure,,,,for one who steals the sun,,,

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  23. so lovely, my dear, I wanted to inhale the poem and enjoy the scents :)

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  24. I can think.of.no words beyond amen

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