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Tiny white bells that bears adore little red berries produce so much more A plant unknown by its proper name play along to find my flowers nickname I am known throughout the world to restore good health when swirled Into juice and squished or squeezed you can have me any way you please My ancestors used this bearberry in ceremonies to make them merry Used as medicine as we do now but do not feed these ever to a cow If you have figured out my name you’ve well and truly played my game In this poem above a line or two you’ll find my name known to you
After flowers bloom – bearberry berries!
In response to
bwarren’s challenge The Sunday Whirl Wordle #602
Rising, Dancing, Name, Gender, Seven, Granted, Willing, Line, Risk, Bodies, Build, Learn
Dancing in a line, willing
someone of the opposite gender or perhaps the same to take a risk and ask seven bodies to dance. Granted the desire to build and learn a proper repertoire to garner fame and fortune in name and reputation, was a ticket to eventual heartache. Better to stay home safe and sound where the only competition is the bathroom mirror and the fantastic acoustics rising from the shower walls.
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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
Although not participating, I picked this up from Punam at who is participating and did a fantastic job with her prompt word paeansunpluggedblog Anxiety – be sure to check it out!
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. Glory, Courage, Anxiety, Failure, Defeat, Delight, Confusion, Calm, Belief, Cleverness, Despair, Honesty, Deceit, Strength
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!
Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
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.
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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!
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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.
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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! ☠️
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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
Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris 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