Look How They Grow
For Kathleen who got me thinking
Wind carried the words into June
And settled this fertile ground
Virgin surface cultivated
Daily by dazzled blooms
I sit back and savor
Their colorful array:
The tow-headed notions
And smoke-smudgy nightmares
Oxblood brainstorms
Pumpkin beliefs
Eggshell revelations
Azure romances
Buttery concepts
Grizzled perceptions
Pyrethrum protests
Wine-coated prayers
What burgundy schemes
And swarthy visions
Saffron sorrows
Damask joys
Scorched earth ideas
Dovish designs
Even the hybrid honey-zaffered articulations
And glaucous terminologies humble
This garden we’ve wild
With lyrical delights
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So good! I was able to imagine everything.
Smoke smudgy nightmares; saffron sorrows! Loved it!
What a feast! It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I really like the sounds and image of “tow-headed notions” and “smoke- smudgy nightmares.”
I’m so honored to have been your inspiration for this poem and its wonderful imagery!! Love “hybrid honey-zaffered articulations” – it doesn’t get any better than that!!
Kathleen – The beautiful colors you wrote about the other day inspired me to equate them to the poems on these pages and how all our poems, diverse as they are, make up such a lovely word garden.
What beautiful images!
Flowers do not fear this virus as you show us. After this day of 90 degrees, I watered my plants after sundown so as not to scald them.
So many flavorsome images! And, you’ve sent me to the dictionary, Sylvia!