Irises
Lovely irises, their long stems
breaking out of the crab grass and clover,
Soft creased lavender and violet among the
broken beer bottles, cracked sidewalks,
yelling and sour breath.
The rare flowers welcome me,
Scented gowns beckoning
with their round droplets,
Cool sweetness relieving my
my tired mind.
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“scented gowns beckoning” – wonderful description. lovely poem.
You’ve captured something about the beauty of flowers, God’s creation, overcoming the ugliness we’ve put in the world. Really good poem!
I, too, love the “Scented gowns” set against “broken beer bottles, cracked sidewalks.”
Irises are my favorite flowers. I never imagined them as wearing “scented gowns” – I love that description.
I bet you’re one of the few who know that you’re rewarded with a 10 second happy buzz each time you stop to sniff an iris. Once, when I had land, I was obsessed with irises, sneaking around at night and liberating bulbs of the exotic and heirloom, finding them at the ends of ditches below abandoned shacks
Got me! Nice