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
This one seems so beautifully metaphorical to me. I interpreted it as a a lily in a field of roses...
ReplyDeleteWow! Beautiful, beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteSo that is where the sun has gone, must stop the stealing at every lawn haha great write, have a fun night!
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully your have spun these words and phrases into poetry.
ReplyDeleteA delightful write. I love
ReplyDelete"gossiping with the shallow daisies
& picking clusters of snowberries"!
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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!
ReplyDeleteYou wove quite the tapestry with many of the prompt words, Grace. Nicely done. I like the sense of relationship and flirtation you impart.
ReplyDeleteLove the flow of this poem. Your writing is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHonestly, this is exquisite poetry. I want to be transplanted into that meadow ! Perfectly painted words .., and to think this came from a word list
ReplyDeleteReminds me of chocolate: a moment on the lips, forever on stout-stemmed hips :-)
ReplyDeleteLove the gossiping daisies. This whole poem is like a daisy chain.
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!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeleteYou painted an exquisite canvas of the ever changing world. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteLike 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
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Grace you always create such beauty. I struggled with the words coming up with merely mediocre.
ReplyDelete...i just loved your word selection here Grace... very elegant... and the whole poem just reads fantastic... smiles...
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful Grace!!
ReplyDeleteVery 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
ReplyDeleteGracias, Grace
This is beautiful! Have a wonderful day, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is exquisite! Another beauty, Grace!
ReplyDeleteWow. You've packed so much of the list in there, and so seamlessly. Just wonderful.
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each stanza-- increasingly captivating ! Sincerely Deborah
ReplyDeletea total and vast community it is
ReplyDeleteYou have painted an amazing and beautiful picture, you words dance off the page.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Grace,,, soft and beautiful with a strong closure,,,,for one who steals the sun,,,
ReplyDeleteso lovely, my dear, I wanted to inhale the poem and enjoy the scents :)
ReplyDeleteI can think.of.no words beyond amen
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