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summer

my balcony of zinnias-

blooming pink, red and tangerine 

an empty nest

amidst the birdsongs, i scatter the sun

flower seeds

Summer 2025

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB, A Revisit with The Cherita, hosted by Merril Smith.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

summer plans 2024

we are clouds, rain

and storms

rushing through tracks

and roads

aspiring to be strong

as trees and resilient

as lake-

our elders want

us to leap

barriers and buidings

but this sum-

mer, we are flow-

ers,  yellow-gold , slow-

stitching in bee-laden garden

& finding ourselves

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #204 - Summertime, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, summer.  Thanks for your comments and visits.

it begins with

 

blue 

blue iris

blooming blue iris

in spring, fresh as dew

heradling a season of flowers-

delicate pink hydrangeas,forget-

me-nots, red roses and orange-gold marigolds

lavender and purple, mixed with laughter & cries

of children, stories & jokes on mustard picnic blankets-

my balcony circled by bright yellow zinnas & orange calendulas

let me remember the pattern of joy

& the weaved threads of gladness-

sun-wheel of blessings-  

before my memories 

sloppily-slip in the 

rain

Alma Thomas, The Eclipse (1970), acrylic on canvas, Smithsonian American Art Museum

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics:   Writing Something Beautiful, hosted by Melissa Lemay.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

the business of busyness

some of us see you as woman

in flowered hat

cool as a spring blossom

no one can guess that beneath

your walk with an air of elegance

that you are filled with piths of sadness

an emptiness that you cannot bottle

and put a label

so that your therapist can check

its shape

its hues and dunes

its composition 

her moon eyeglasses

could not decode where it

started nor prescribe the cure

so you carry a big purse of fullness 

and work your hands with busyness

your schedule is so booked

you blank out lunch

you forget to go outside 

and inhale the scent of lilacs & tulips-

real flowers, that is

if only your therapist knows

that the only thing that brings you a smile

are the birdsongs

Woman with Flowered Hat

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Snapshots of late May (early summer)

 

morning brings promises of peonies- 

sky mirrors an invitation-

tarry with the chores

and fold away the to-do-lists

i pause at half-planting the store-

bought vegetables in container pots-

i listen to birdsongs

& marvel the bees in the garden

the forget-me-nots dally

with blue iris & blossoming rose buds- 

the summer air is delicious

as freshly baked sourdough bread-

in a minute, wind blows white seed-

heads of a dying 

dandelion, puffy wispy clouds

beyond my grasp-

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Briefly, flowers

 

smudge me with your 

                                  light

truffled pink

whorled alabaster 

i am newborn

as unrhymed 

                                  word

press upon me

courage of mustard seeds

tenacity of  greens

hope of pods & pear 

                                 trees

dappled in fading 

honeysuckle,

to cradle divinity

       blossoming

in

split-seconds

       falling

                  fallen

                                stars

Peony from my garden

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Helianthus annuus

you shape my face
by light
you spice my lips
of storms

my stem reaches to sky
wrinkling gradient of darkness
to brightest shades 

you fill my cheeks
of seeds & quills in
perfect symmetry & florets

in swirling harmony-
a flower, cluster of flowers, crown
of flowering spirals, bouquets of sun-

shine
for you-




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - To be a flower hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3 pm EST.

autumn's sky

you crease the sky
into periwinkle cornflower

hold the raindrops & dew
scent of apples & pumpkins

into pot of autumn amber,
soup for my cold feet

harbor me here, until
my wings grow steady,

glinting bold black with orange streaks  
winking under sun

Wild Sunflowers, Everyday Amazing

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word, Harbor.  Hosted by Lillian Hallberg.  Thanks for the visit.

Forget-me-flowers

We chat over tea and maple biscuits 
as carnations & lilies deck the minutes
Your lips are red petals, fawning  
While my feet are wings, flitting 
happily as moths amongst tulips  
You pin a white clover into your hair
And tuck blue violets on your wrists 
Overhead, deadly nettle stings my neck
Igniting inside me, darkness, growing fire
Of barberry and yew - I'm sorry I can't offer you
the sweetness of roses, light of sunflowers
Here, take back all the flowers

And forget me, as I disappear, a scud
in the sadness of half-moon, shriveling bud

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - The Language of Flowers, hosted by Sarah Connors.  You can check for more information of the flowers and their meaning here.
Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visit.

Haibun: Riverwood

My mind is a blank canvas this afternoon.   No frame, no ceiling, no door.   I gather wildflowers and mushrooms as I hike.   I draw the small birds hiding behind the lush foliage of trees, their bird songs a call to nature.   Here's the baby chipmunk frolicking across the grass.    The water has dried in some parts of the river trails, and a thick wild life has grown, filled with tall wheat stalks and fallen logs.  

I cup the sounds of the river, its rushing tides beguiling all visitors by its bank.    The water is clear, brownish under the late afternoon sun.   I hear the wild trout and salmon sashaying their bodies down the river currents, into another river, into another lake.   The path is endless, and though I can't follow them, I thread their goodwill into my journey.  I collect all of spring blessings - sky's quiet hush, wind's renewing spirit, tree's welcoming brushstrokes.     I return home, my mind filled with a cornucopia of fruits, bursting of ripeness.

yellow buds, serrated leaves

yarrow, flax & white clover bloom-
    casting shadows away  

   

At Riverwood Trails
Grace@Everyday Amazing

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Kazensakura.     We went for a walk over the weekend and enjoyed the warmth of spring season.  For the complete details of the prompt, please read the full post when we go live at Monday, 3pm EST.

Spring bloom

the way you swell:  

a fuller moon, a fragrant rose -

on my hands 

Picture credit:   Just a Picture

the way you tremble:

petalled pink, breathless wind, a dewdrop

on my lips

Posted for Poetry Jam:   Its All About Flowers
and Haiku Heights:  Ripple - It's been a while since I wrote haiku/senryu.  Smiles ~

language of flowers

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

a seed grows in my mind
     unlike anything i have seen
          mysterious unfolding, a gem-
i take the slender brush,  

        paint
the blooms and leaves -
            speak   
        the language of flowers -

petals rise, one by one, army
      of pastels & verses -
            rooting, overflowing canvas,   
across barren garden  



Posted for:  Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Form Challenge - Following the syllabic count of 8-6-8-6   1-4-1-6   8-6-8-6
and Poets United 

Pink blooms

© Joy Ann Jones


enamoured: 
yellow bee tangled in her     
flowered-pink skirt  
   
~0~0~

pink petals 
falling one by one,
i come unhinged -

~0~0~

broken, her words flew 

across mud-stained walls - still   

softest blooms    

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads 

and Haiku Heights:   Free  - Joining you for the last day of September Challenge ~ 

Joy

pink petals

cleaving fragrant drops,  

joys of spring 

~0~0

music sheet

full of heart shaped notes, 

song of joy 

~0~0

wrapped in pink, 

she swivels and turns, 

mother's gem 

Commentary:   I was specially touched by Tarun's haiku for me ~ Thank you

Calm like a mother

you taught me this enchanting art

my haiku mother.

(I dedicate this haiku to you Grace for you have taught me and at times corrected my haiku. I have never seen you but I know that we have a heart-to-heart bond like a mother and son.)

Posted for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart 


Picture credit:   Reena of Missing moments 

Flower of love

blue purple flowers grew

in dark room, corner edge

towering ceiling with large heads,

stems slender with lily like blooms

roots clustered to bloom fertility,

strong healthy children,  a view  

she believed  

until one late summer, during a thunder

storm, she took pen, writing feverishly

faced with a choice, she chose

writing,

over having children     

Posted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Write a flowery poem in an un-flowery 
way and Flash Fiction Friday - For the G-man.  Also shared with Poets United:   choices.



Facts about this flower:
Agapanthus is considered to be both a magical and a medicinal plant, and the plant of fertility and pregnancy. Xhosa women use the roots to make prenatal medicine, and they make a necklace using the roots that they wear as a charm to bring healthy, strong babies. The Zulu use agapanthus to treat heart disease, paralysis, coughs, colds, chest pains and tightness. It is also used with other plants in various medicines taken during pregnancy to ensure healthy children, or to augment or induce labor. It is also used as a love charm and by people afraid of thunderstorms, and to ward off thunder.

picture credit:   here

Wallpaper

the day looks inviting, 
spring bright and blooming
like pink magnolias and maple tree
by blue river way


unblemished by the winter cold,
gnawing the branches until the
leaves close their eyes, and 
flutter ash white to the ground 


untouched by the stormy wind,
cleaving the roots and tendrils into
barren dust, hibernating in
the womb of mother earth


sleeping deep, oblivious to
screeching of geese, scampering 
squirrels, singing of wrens  
i hear by the solitary window,


draped by grey curtain clouds,
hovering over the icy landscape
i gaze at thinning paper walls, lost


in magnolia petals and maple leaves   
    

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight- Monday 
and D'verse Poets Pub - Open Link Night - Tuesday starting at 3pm EST


It is winter in my side of the world.  Thanks for the visit.   


picture credit:   Ken Simm 

Charming

he was so charming

all flowery compliments 

we all felt special

she was so charming

laughter, sweet smiles blooming like 

bouquet of flowers  

Haiku Heights - Prompt # 86 is Charm.

picture credit:   here

Happy Mother's Day~

Here's to the ones who gave the life

to the souls from the starry skies

here's to the ones that encircle the earth

with the light of their loving eyes.

Here's to the one who never forgets

though I roam the wide world over

whose love can banish all regrets

God's sweetest gift - my mother!

Poem credit:   http://samuru999.blogspot.com/2011/05/toast-to-mothers.html

Picture credit: prettylittleflower.tumbr

The best Valentine gift to give

Most people would say that flowers are the best Valentine gift to give.


It doesn't matter if they are red roses  

or yellow roses

or pink roses. 

It  doesn't matter if the flowers

came in a dozen

or just one.  Flowers are great gifts to give anyone.  

But for me, a pink home made card with a heart shaped message or baked cookies would be  fine as Valentine gifts as well.     


Actually, the last two are the  best Valentine gifts to give.   


The extra touch and time devoted to making it are priceless 


as they are gifts straight from one's heart. 

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone !

All flower pictures from

http://prettylittleflower.tumblr.com/