Flower poetry is a journey begun that can never be ended, poems
embrace all of life's avenues and the flower is a poetic symbol
par excellence. Flower poems should awaken beauty in most souls...soft
shades of life a symbol of hope and sometimes despair...Below
are a few of my favorites from the classics and a wee poem or two
of
my own
in
Original Contemporary Poetry and Kit's flower limericks are a hoot. PDH
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Original Contemporary Poetry
Rose Strewn
Seeing beauty,
endless voyage to heart discovery,
before bounty each new breath -
changing color leaf.
Lattice strewn weave of desire,
suggests more -
promise gives and lives tilt
toward renewal and hope.
Patrick Heathcock (December 2005)
'Arold - The Reluctant Crocus
'Arold...come on out!
Raise your 'ead all about,
Show a bit of pride
To this springing world so wide.
'Arold...be you no son of mine
If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.
'Arold are you truly there
Unfurl your petals if you dare...
Mother, mother speak to the boy
Is it he's just green and coy?
'Arold...be you no son of mine
If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.
'Arold sprightly now, what say you?
'Tis no fright for you in the dew,
Glory be child, what matters a hint of frost,
Never a moment to count such a cost.
'Arold...be you no son of mine
If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.
'Arold sweet 'n shy, bide your time then,
But, be sure to be out by ten...
Ours is to bring much joy and hope,
Of promise given free to those that barely cope.
'Arold...always a son of mine,
Gentle ever heart of thine,
Glorious forever in saffron yella...
Be it shy or coy little fella!
Patrick Heathcock (March 2006)
Synergy
flower pictures energy
chakra colors synergy
Kit Heathcock (January 2006) |
Zanier Gazania
(Flower Limerick)
An African yellow gazania
did wish for a climate much rainier
"For if I could bloom
without fear of doom
my colours could be even zanier!"
Kit Heathcock (April 2006)
Musical Hydrangea
(Flower Limerick)
A budding musician hydrangea
liked to sing Away in a Manger
She really did savour
Every crotchet and quaver
But the tune sounded stranger and stranger!
Kit Heathcock (April 2006)
Perky Petal
(Flower Limerick)
There once was a perky young flower
who just loved every fine April shower
'cos now every petal
is in much finer fettle
everyone can feel a surge of green power!
Kit Heathcock (March 2006)
Photosynthesis Photographer
(Flower Limerick)
A young,bright expert in photosynthesis
is also a photographer too (in parenthesis!)
he can't shoot a close-up
so his cents he must save up
unil a one-to-one macro lens is his!
Kit Heathcock (March 2006)
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Classic Poetry
I Wandered Lonely As
a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
The stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth to me the show had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
The Tulip Bed
The May sun-whom
all things imitate-
that glues small leaves to
the wooden trees
shone from the sky
through bluegauze clouds
upon the ground.
Under the leafy trees
where the suburban streets
lay crossed,
with houses on each corner,
tangled shadows had begun
to join
the roadway and the lawns.
With excellent precision
the tulip bed
inside the iron fence
upreared its gaudy
yellow, white and red,
rimmed round with grass,
reposedly.
William Carlos Williams
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Primrose
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole
Clear yellow!
It is a piece of blue paper
in the grass or a threecluster of
green walnuts swaying, children
playing croquet or one boy
fishing, a man
swinging his pink fists
as he walks
It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots
in the ditch, moss under
the flange of the carrail, the
wavy lines in split rock, a
great oaktree
It is a disinclination to be
five red petals or a rose, it is
a cluster of birdsbreast flowers
on a red stem six feet high,
four open yellow petals
above sepals curled
backward into reverse spikes
Tufts of purple grass spot the
green meadow and clouds the sky.
William Carlos Williams
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