The Rose/ My Dad’s Favorite Flower
it would be hard to pick a favorite each flower unique i’ve always favored tulips
and irises too flowers come in many lovely colors red, yellow and blue
and all the other colors and their variations too found on the color wheel
in color and form flowers have no equal and somehow they are always
associated with love birds know it and bees do too
each hides its nectar do butterflies have favorites the rose perhaps the loveliest of all
in all its many colors red, pink, red violet and more ...my dad’s favorite flower
November 22, 2017
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The
Day I Choose is “Someday”
you asked about a day and
this time of year so many wonderful days
to choose from my birthday/just passed my father’s birthday/today
thanksgiving/tomorrow each day of the week all wonderful days
the sun shines brightly temperatures
mild they say
the winter will be warm
and dry this year i do miss
snow
the beauty of its
transformation all sparkly
white/silent is it global
warming
or just a fluke of nature one warm winter in a longline of perfectly
normal winters perhaps a warning of things to come
the day i choose is “someday” a day i long for
a day of understanding things
will be as they have always
been
misunderstandings forgotten i wonder is
that “someday” possible
have things gone too far feelings hurt beyond repair maybe better to choose
today this
present moment as it is the only day
we really have
November 22, 2017
6 comments:
I also associate memories with specific flowers and that's why they become special. My favorite rose, therefore, is the Lavender ones a past love and I bought for each other in the 1990s. They make me smile.
I love irises best..........but have many others that I love, that hold memories of my grandma's garden all through my childhood. I resonate with your second poem, and agree maybe we are best to cherish today while we still have it, in case things get worse......am hoping for some turnaround in 2018. We live in hope.
Nice reflective poem, Annell. Good day to you!
So many flowers to choose from and I do think it depends on the mood. I find your form intriguing.
What I enjoy the most about these poems is all the different ways that you can read them. All the way through or down each column. Like a cleave poem, only in three parts instead of two.
I wonder if butterflies have favorites, perhaps different colours provide different tastes. Hmm.
Your rose has such wonderful association. It's fragrant with memory.
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