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In response to pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge #M391
FRIGHT, HALLELUJAH, CINDERS

It was fright that kept me from submitting my novel to a publisher!pp
I sang hallelujah when the acceptance letter came in the mail!
I burned the letter to cinders upon discovering the publisher to be a vanity press!

Pressed into a petite maidens hand,
a young sailor gifts his loved one
with bouquets of this sweet flower.

Forget-Me-Not he whispers.

The same flower brings good luck, it’s said, to those young people whose duty
calls them far away from home.

Forget-Me-Not they say.

A long wedding gown, a Mother’s happy tears flow past channels
of age upon her face.

Forget-Me-Not she cries.

A husband of many years
kneeling in the church, a casket
draped in her favorite flowers.

Forget-Me-Not he remembers.

Not just a another pretty flower
although a pretty flower you are
Colors galore and still there’s more
you can doctor a cold, a sore or a scar
make into tea and help with a swell

Keeping America’s First People hale
four hundred years of medicinal juices
Your petals help to make folks well
to this day people say Echinacea please
especially when they have a big sneeze

Echinacea with your many gifts an antioxidant with immune enhancing benefits abundant from tummy aches to bites from snakes – in theory – what a magical flower you are

“Do you think they can see us? I don’t think they can see us. No! Don’t move, then they will definitely see us!”

“But I have an itch!”

“Don’t think about it! Just DO NOT MOVE!”

“Wilbur, I have to move. Here, lift the hand they can’t see and scratch right there. Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh harder Wilbur, harder!”

“Shush Harriet! I’m getting it, hold on, hold on. Whose idea was it to hide behind this tiny tree anyway?”

“That would be yours, Wilbur! You said it would be funny to stand together sideways, so we’d look like one gigantic bear, remember?”

“Well, it’s working isn’t it? Look, they didn’t know. Haha! We fooled them good, Harriet!”

“Wilbur?”

“Yes Harriet?”

“That’s NOT my back you are scratching!”

In response to msjadeli at dVerse Poets Pub Poetics for Tuesday 04/04/23

“Directions: choose one (or more) of the following options to write your poem:
->1) Choose any animal and consider its nature and write a poem about the animal;<-
2) Choose a particular attribute of an animal and write a poem that is about the animal but also an attribute that humans exhibit, similar to some of the above poems;
3) Create your own myth or fable involving animals.

There are no form, rhyme, or subject constraints in this prompt challenge. Just have fun with it!

Here’s how to join in:
Post your piece on your blog and link back to this post. Place the link to your actual post (not your blog or web site) in the Mister Linky site.
Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy! Please read and comment on other poets’ work–we all come here to have our poems read.”

I have a very special friend,
quite uncommon and hard to get.
Though she is mine and I hers,
a regular pet she will never be.

When she was small and oh so cute,
not one person even had a clue.
No idea of what she would become,
when in time an adult she’d be.

She called to me before she was born,
a dream-vision I had just before morn.
In that time of waking sleepiness,
when the rest of the world still rests.

The vision of her was crystal clear,
she stayed close by me, always near.
Walking together on a sandy beach,
always within each other’s reach.

I started searching that very day,
I feared she might be too far away.
Two years went by without any luck,
I nearly gave up in truth I was stuck.

Upon my back I had her drawn,
the ink applied it took until dawn.
It was after that I received a call,
Wolf-pups conceived that very Fall.

In the Spring of that following year,
she came to me grinning ear to ear.
It took work and determination,
for both to form a solid foundation.

Nine years ago my life was brightened,
and for some she is quite frightening.
A truer friend there’ll never be,
she is mine and I am hers for all eternity.

Daisy my sweet Daisy
in my garden you do grow
Your varied seeds sprinkled on the ground rise up
some planted row by row

Your colors amaze
even cause quite a craze
Happy within my garden
you grow so tall or
choose to stay petite and small

Well known around the world
a spring and summer delight
From childhood dreams
to floral wedding streams
my Daisies shine so bright

When darkness threatens
a timid soul
weary of the struggle
and pain begins to
overthrow

There you are your face
so clear of obscure insensibilities
Glowing happily under the sun
your roots down deep
in stability

I received a gift today
a flower bush here by the sea,
that caused me to reevaluate my first letter C.

A deep green bush
it’s branches strong,
luscious flowers
all summer long.

Just as autumn breaks
summer’s lingering heat,
Camellia surprises with
a special treat.

Though it blooms in midsummer
weather are so vibrant, ultra bright.
In the fall this little gem provides a color storm of unequaled delight.

Once again at autumn’s calling
it’s buds will open to the sun.
Making Camellia a proficient
bloomer, and my heart it’s won.

There’ll be no puddle jumping this day! Mother said in her stern mommy voice. The consequences will definitely not be of your choice.

Wanting so badly to do the right thing,
I nodded with quiet acquiescence.
Determinedly most assuredly I would not muss up my pretty new dress.

But you see what happened was this,
it wasn’t my own fault at all. Mother’s the one that told me you know, walk with my shoulders up straight and tall.

Because Mother placed upon my feet two shiny new rain boots a bit too big
and while running, I mean walking
I tripped on a big fat twig.

Down I went into the biggest most awesome puddle I’d ever seen!
It was so much fun, I made a big
splash, then I heard my Mother scream.

I can not repeat, no, no, not I, the bad words she said with angry tears in her eyes.
Mad was she and disappointed with me,
Back to the house to change on the fly.

Then I thought well why not,
as we walked back by that puddle,
I took another jump cause,
I was already in trouble!

Calla Lily once removed
from Africa’s tropical shores
now grown in every country garden
throughout the whole wide world

Prolific and strong try as you might
you refuse to grow in a place that knows only snow with icy cold
and bitter winter winds

Have no fear as here you grow
beneath the least green thumb
in mounds of dark rich soil
and lots of radiant golden sun

A choice of brides throughout
the world and florists favorites too
With Cupid’s arrow pointy leaves
your aim is good and true

This understated beauty, elegant
in stance, can hypnotize a hardened
eye with its petals of swirling colors
dancing upon the garden floor

Bougainvillea you are a genus
unlike so many others more common
you are quite a unique vine

Soft pink petals adorn
your bright green leaves
and oh so luscious in deep purple

Yellowest yellows to redder reds
they search for your perfect hue
from as faraway as exotic Peru

Enticing the courageous to reach within wherein they find many thorns once on me now very attached to them