Thursday, May 28, 2020

summer flowers



the summer heat
dries the dandelions to white whiskered heads

peppermint leaves scatter
their fragrances across fences & empty husks

lilacs and forget-me-nots 
are swaying to blues, bees & birdsongs

my room is filled with long
fingers of the sunrays & wheat grass 

i drink the darkness
at last, slurping its cold sweet juice

the moon is young
flower breaking out from its silver seed

with the stars & bright planets in sky
my dreams are teal, my words are nectar




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21 comments:

  1. Your poems never fail to feed my soul ... never. I completely sank into this one.

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  2. I love the life we live these days... never far from nature. We still have no summer heat, but it's bright and lovely and the lilacs are bursting in bloom.

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  3. I like the sway to "blues, bees & birdsongs".

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  4. I love this so much, Grace, it appeals to all the senses: the dandelions dried to white whiskered heads, the fragrance of peppermint, the forget-me-nots – have you secretly visited my garden? What a wonderful image you have painted with the room ‘filled with long / fingers of the sunrays & wheat grass’.

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  5. This was last night for me:
    "i drink the darkness
    at last, slurping its cold sweet juice"
    It's nice when heat returns in the day, but nights belong to the cold. Very sense-pleasing poem.

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  6. Absolutely beautiful! I smiled at the white whiskered heads on the dried dandelions....a clever and oh so perfect way to describe them! :)

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  7. I can tell you are ready for summer! Love the great images.
    This is a great line...
    my dreams are teal, my words are nectar

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  8. Yes, that last line is exquisite...your poetic words are nectar, Grace.

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  9. I think we went from a cold spring to the heat of summer in a matter of days. The dandelions are indeed dried and turning into wispy seeds of dreams. You have capture the last few days.

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  10. with the stars & bright planets in sky
    my dreams are teal, my words are nectar

    Peaceful blue dreams accompanied with sweetness of nectar. A great closing Grace!

    Hank

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  11. This is like the height of life 60s kind of poem that I image Laura Nero singing.

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  12. An awesome tribute to Summer. Wonderful!

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  13. Such a fragrant hover at cusp of summer. Loved it ... Brendan

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  14. There is a gentle, calming tone to all of this.

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  15. All the very best of images from nature~

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  16. All the above and more- pure sensuality shaped by the gentlest touch into a pure summers day.

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  17. Such great imagery, so vivid, down to the very last line. Good work Grace.

    Pat

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  18. Vivid and beautiful imagery.

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  19. A marvelous string of impressions, with the couplets leading from the details of the world to the charms of dreaming under the moon. SK

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  20. "my dreams are teal, my words are nectar"..great finish!
    A masterful and fragrant poem!
    JIM

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