summer's end

from seed, you grew tall

orange cupcake flower

i wanted you to bloom forever

but summer's end is here

[pause]

spin me out of summer blues

as flowers turn deep sun-blood

slow decay by wind chill-  

dying/dyeing

ink, garden these verses  

[within me]

Zinnia, Orange Cupcake

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille #207 Poem Spin Cycle, hosted by De Jackson.  The chosen word is SPIN to be used in this 44 word count poem.  Thanks for your comments and visits.

summer of calendula

 

i count more than 12 petals

sun-radiant, golden lemon bright,

red specks in the center

we are bee-struck over your

healing prowess

though your size is my palm 

your willowy sway

in the breeze, safron scent of mint

and thyme

brings a joyful morning

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lisa.   

Happy 12th anniversary dVerse!

Flower

Stones
at our feet

Time is the black milk 
we drink 
morning
noon 
& night

Our skin hammers 
hard walls 
seeking water &
adding petals

Sun flares
bloody red, hot oilseeds
on ground

One blindman's word above leaded sky:

flower

Picture credit:    here

Posted for the Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Featuring the work by Paul Celan.   The post is inspired by his poem, Flower.
and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~

Queen of the night

Epiphyllum oxypetalum
Queen of the Night

Photo by M. Penaranda

in darkest of nights

my hands open to receive you-

burst forth as lightning

unfolding every jagged line bold-

you are beautifully made

~0~0~0~

when the sky is dry

her hands are water
when night is cold, 
her hands are catching fire opals-
mother, thread my hands with yours

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Queen of the Night

and Poetry Jam:   Hands - Trying my hand in tanka form as its been some time since I wrote one ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Secrets by flowers

you rise

lavender lace, 

laden of butterfly breath

i drink you

               like rain

                           drops

                         

~0~0~

your petals

fold secrets:  oil scents, lush seeds

i inhale you      

                  tea-stirred

                                   morning

~0~0~

your thorns prick
spears of red in my secret places,

i succumb                    
                 to the dying 
                                   sun          

                                                     

                                 

Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - OpenLinkMonday
and Artistic Interpretation with Margaret- Flowers

picture credit:   here

A flower is up to you

Martin Klimas

a flower is sinless
a flower is a blossom that contains brilliant
a flower is easy to make into a cartoon

a flower is chosen
a flower is given its scent by nature
a flower is born

a flower is an evocation to silence through the mask of language
a flower is the story of a disturbed little girl who sacrifices everything 
to preserve the only life she's ever  known
a flower is a lonesome thing

~Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Googlism - Selected from this word list ~

And 55 Flowery Words for the G-Man

a flower is a thing of loveliness
the illumination of all the life that has preceded it

hold up a mirror to your soul to see your life more clearly; for in its shape-
a flower

is not just a flower
it's healing, also formed in garlic & chicken soup-

a beautiful thing:
a flower blooming

Shadorma poems

                                                                "Bougainvillean Dreams"

you hold me

pale as crushed petals

paper dry

fading, but   

on pink bed of your soft hands, 

my dreams bloom, bold red

~0~0~0~

                                                                              "Growth"

tiny leaf 

awakens, pulsing, 

growing faith

uplifting

face to the sun, shoulders straight, 

  an oak tree rises 

~0~0~0~

"Bee in a Bottlebrush"

Drink from me

deep to my marrow

where the seeds

flaming red

scatter the fragrance and tears  

of a wounded heart

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  OpenLinkNight - Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub:  OpenLinkNight - Tuesday
Poetry Form:  Shadorma

The Shadorma is:
1. a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines
2. syllabic, 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables per line.
3. unrhymed.

Photography credit:   Jamie Clark

Full of sunshine

I was expecting a lot of sun and warm weather lately as it is summer.  But on some nights, it is still cold, along with the rain and dark clouds.

I guess that's the way life is...  you expect certain events and situations to happen, and sometimes it doesn't turn out to be like that.       This is applicable  to my life right now as I didn't get the job post I was applying for last week.  I was disappointed but I think I made the right decision to stretch myself to see what is out there.  I am thankful I do have a stable job and love the people I work with right now.   As to my recent exam results, I will know in about 2 weeks. Hopefully I pass, and I can move on to another challenge.   

All in all, the past few days wasn't too bad.   I was expecting sunshine all the way through, but the rain has been good for Mother Earth.   I see the trees in their full splendour and the garden blooming with flowers (specially my red roses). Yes, life can be full of sunshine.  


So, how was your week?   Hope you all have a good weekend ~
  

picture credit:    happythings.tumblr

In your hands

You can choose to be happy and excited about today and the future.

You can choose to be sad and depressed thinking about it.

It is in your hands.

In sight

Amidst all the distractions and challenges,

don’t lose sight of

your dreams.

Picture / gif credit:

http://capturedphotos.tumblr.com/post/2871888966/greenery

At their best

Try to

catch people

doing and giving their best.

There are enough fault finders and cynics in this world.

Picture Credit:  prettylittleflower.tumblr