Shamans of old used
your wondrous juice
as a balm to clear bad spirits
when minds were unclear
To open the way for visions –
renewal – grace and hope
you bring innocence back
to even the most distraught
A trumpet flower
springs forth from the winter void
heralding a time of rebirth
to an earth long asleep
Glory, Courage, Anxiety, Failure, Defeat, Delight, Confusion, Calm, Belief, Cleverness, Despair, Honesty, Deceit, Strength Choose an abstract noun from the list above and use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines and at least one invented word.
Confusion
With delight
and perhaps
a touch of cleverness,
This calm poem
is written
without deceit.
With honesty
and courage
anxiety a tad,
This author
in the belief
and without failure,
Shall not relinquish
defeat in using all
these challengiest words.
With glory, strength
and no despair
success obtained!
A sage of old,
a healer, a balm
a decorative plume
for the gardener’s garden.
Ancient and revered
throughout time,
a salve, a powder,
a tea or a smoke.
Its brilliant beauty
and gentle scent
are favorites placed
in a lovely bouquet.
Bees and butterflies
use Salvia profusely,
beware it’s effect in excess
you may start behaving quite loosely.
It is with deep regret
when in the early afternoon
I must cease what I love best
to stop and allow my body room
Room to rest and cool down
from the sun I worshipped before
Before my bones ached and joints
popped like fireworks on the Fourth
The Fourth of July has nothing
compared to the sounds of my body
Just to bend over and pluck a weed
from between stones of my walkway
With angst and quite an influx
of disbelief at the state I am now in
When active and non-stationary
in life my body and I have always been
I protest this thing I am experiencing
at this time when in the golden years
I am supposed to be free and thriving
Yet free I am not in old imprisonment
So I rest here in my comfy recliner
throughout the heat of the afternoon
Yet mark the words of this old woman
I will be back out in my garden very soon!
Inconspicuous little plant
your runners sneak
beneath the most ardent eye.
Little bits of grassy leaves,
barely visible entwined
with bigger garden plants.
Oh, but wait until Spring
and the first torrential rain
and a Rain Lily field will ascend.
Suddenly as if conjured
by a Garden Witch’s magic wand,
thousands of blooms arise.
Colors galore, pop up from the Earth,
lifting graceful petals from the snow as the sun coats the ground in its warmth.
In an effort to be romantic
at the beginning
of their new marriage
this is true there’s no yard-spinning
Father foraged near and far looking for a star flower reminding him
of grandma’s hand-sewn
Swedish lace doilies again
Finally he came upon
a field that was miles and miles wide filled from top to bottom
with the lacey blooms he had in mind
He stopped and picked those flowers
full blooms every one
Then took them home and placed
them in containers all over the room
Mother came home and took a breath
a strange look upon her face
before she could utter a word
wild sneezing did commence
She sneezed so hard she could barely breathe and off to the hospital they went Mother’s angry red face the only clue he’d get
After shots of Benadryl and
some magic drops in her nose
She was sent home her new
husband in sad repose
Upon entry into the house now
clear of all white flora
She asked my father tell me true
Why try to kill me with that horror ?
He answered her quite sheepishly
at least that’s how I’m told it goes
You said you had some allergies
I equated with a runny nose
She told him again same as she did back then Queen Anne’s Lace makes me deathly ill – so if you forget again I might make a mistake and give you a
☠️ Penicillin Pill! ☠️
Body betrays
sleep evades
endless pain
relenting – unending
No relief
alone misunderstood
quiet torture
endurance – futile
Future unseen
past contorted
daily aggrandized
nights – interminable
Suffering companionless
fatigue victorious
solitude unbearable
reprieve – unimaginable
A gift of love
a gift of light
A gift of how
our life could be
Fiery red blooms
start off small and shy
Burst open with color
beneath a hot sky
Summer winds are welcome
to cool our Passion Flower
Summer nights cherished
rejuvenating rain showers
With each day that passes
the blooms grow more profuse
Reflecting love and laughter
more and more effuse
Butterflies and bees alike
are friends to your purple blooms
Rabbits and deer do not
feel the same at all
They steer clear of your
endearing aroma and taste
A profusion of bright rosy petals
are delicate and tricky
Their aftertaste
lacks much in taste
making this a must walk passer
for all but it’s loving human gardener
Skeletons dreams
block memories
suffering from a lost
promise broken
and wandering
The call of life
forces humanity
to it’s knees
Must want to listen
to the message
or stream into oblivion
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 