Lost Lavender

Forgive me, my creator
but I feel you are a traitor,
for painting me with friendly color
and gifting me with healing odor,
but letting me be a protector
of a poisonous aggressor.

In this human court
judging me physically,
my defense is my fragrant grace,
and my pale petals’ serenity,
yet the prosecution argues
I am a symbol of distrust only—
my soft stalks cloaked in fallacy
is the home of fangs so deadly.

In between this irony,
who am I really?
I guess you have to tell me,
your humans are too divided,
I can’t trust them, I’m sorry.

05.02.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

Inspiration is the Lavender
Lavender
Serenity, Grace, Calmness,Distrust*
*Primary sentiment for “lavender” is based in the superstition that poisonous asps live under
lavender plants; therefore, “distrust” lavender plants. This is probably the most extreme example of a flower sentiment that is not really associated the actual flower blossom.
In response to dVerse The Language of Flowers

Arrangement of Whites

Photo from Emily Blincoe’s Arrangements Collection.

Arrangements of whites—
divine, pristine petals and buds.
Laid side by side,
each flower’s a delight.

None can claim superiority,
they all possess unique beauty.

Just like women of
diff’rent shapes and sizes,
we are all belles of
the sun that sets and rises.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

In response to dVerse‘s Poetic: Arrangement by Emily Blincoe by Grace who wrote her own poem about the arrangement of French Fries! ❤

dverse

The theme is arrangements.   You can write about the experience of looking at the photos, or write about the scene or subject being depicted in the artwork.   You can also write in the voice of the object (e.g. stones, french fries, toothbrush) or write in the voice of the artist, or you can relate the work of the artist to something else that it reminds you of.

Burning Heart: A Tanaga*

burning-heart-tulip-lisa-cann

Burning Heart: A Tanaga*

Spring’s warm sprays defrost cold heart
Frozen veins wake up, restarts
Your roots slowly crawls, take part
Will you make heart a sweet art?

I nurture, tend, rear, your pulps
as you reveal bold red-striped bulbs
stunned, dazed, amazed I gulp,
heart’s now burning with your love.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Fine Art America


In response to Napowrimo Day 5.

 

Today, I challenge you to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of these garden rarities.

*Tanaga

  • The Tanaga is a Filipino stanzaic form that was originally written in Tagolog which to my ear is one of the more musical of languages. (Kumusta ka? Mabuti salam at) The form dates back to the 16th century and has an oral tradition. The poems are not titled. Each is emotionally charged and asks a question that begs an anwer. This form was found at Kaleidoscope.The Tanaga is:
    • stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
    • syllabic, 7-7-7-7 syllables per line.
    • rhymed, originally aaaa bbbb cccc etc., modern Tanagas also use aabb ccdd etc or abba cddc etc or any combination rhyme can be used.
    • composed with the liberal use of metaphor.
    • untitled.

Burning Heart

It’s no wonder striped tulips were among the most valuable during the Holland’s tulip-mania in the 1600s. ‘Burning Heart’ is an exceptional selection with creamy blooms streaked with bold red.

Name: Tulipa ‘Burning Heart’

Bloom Season: Mid spring

Growing Conditions: Full sun and well-drained soil

Size: To 2 feet tall

Zones:4-6

 

 

Morning View

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

I stretched my arms to reach for her, but she wasn’t there, again. Sleepily, I went down, looked outside, watched her from afar.

Like a radiant morning fairy, she exudes natural effortless beauty. Yet the sun rays also revealed her soundless falling tears as she stares at her dear flowers.

For seven years, they have bloomed and withered with her pregnancies and miscarriages. They silently watched her grieve and get up, six times.

But those tears aren’t painful anymore.

‘Cause now she cries with joy, brought by the blooming new flowers and her seven-month-old tummy that keeps on getting bigger.

Word count: 100 words

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: The Reclining Gentleman


In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Your touching tale, Vijaya, inspired my short story. ❤

Read more great 100-word short stories here: