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
Angel wings adorn your sides,
lovely tail feathers from behind
with curled ridges resembling claws
and ruffled petals like hairy paws.
It is no wonder cats screech and scratch, when placed beside a
Nepeta plant, thinking a puppy
they’ve just supplanted.
You make nice tea,
a domestic remedy
and as for cats
make them happy as can be!
At night you slowly unfurl
releasing your sweet scent
into a dark world
Few have seen you
in full glory invisibly
glowing beneath moons rays
Inexplicably you
thrive with the many
and varied creatures of the night
Into our dreams
you creep and seek
to draw romance into our lives
Your magic surrounds us
your mystery astounds us
until morn you hide away once more
For Jean-Marie
There is a lovely lady
I only know by her name
In this world of technology
nothing is the same
Trial and tribulations
many has she known
Kindness and guidance
is all she’s ever shown
Beneath that artful smile
and her gift of weaving words
Her body does betray her
what we see is barely a third
Of what she must endure
day in and day out
From her you rarely hear
complaint not even a shout
This little poem is just for you
my teacher my mentor my friend
To tell you how very blessed I am
so this poem to you I send 💜
Blossom of infinite beauty
colors beyond understanding
or comprehension
by a mortal eye.
Flower rising clean and pure
from your bed of mud
and slime each night,
you slip beneath to sleep.
Your rebirth and renewal
gives hope to the spiritual,
ceremony to the religious,
and connection to the universe for all.
Gods and Goddesses
form their heavenly thrones,
from your strong
magnificent flowers.
Your scent lifts
our souls skyward,
to dance and commune
with the Divinity in life and death.
Ancient and wise is the Lotus Flower,
whose roots form in the densest mud
and flowers burst forth
in stunning beauty.
In response to Punam’s Challenge to Write a Poem that Addresses Itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”)
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Do not ask this of me
I won’t do it at all
I am too tired you see
Try again in the Fall
To rhyme or not to rhyme
there’s no question of that
I just do not have the time
I’m a poem not an acrobat
You can not toss words around
there is protocol and structure to me
I refuse to be your silly word clown
Now go away and just let me be!
The first time
With your tubular blossoms
all woolly and curved.
A kangaroo’s paw
you mimic from way Down Under.
Red petals adorn
a strong deep green stem.
Quite furry and bad tasting
to keep predators away.
Humans adore you
keeping you in their homes.
Until someone they love
finds they need you even more.
Wattle birds love you
and perch on your stem,
with honey suckers too
drinking nectar from within.
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