poppies red as lust

Georgia O’Keeffe    Oriental Poppies  1928   Here is a postcard of O’Keeffe that I received from a friend. It prompted me to write this poem about 20 years ago: Georgia O’Keeffe Looks Over Her Shoulder   Just when she thinks she’s painted all her fear, When bleached skulls turn to poppies red as lust, The

Jollux

Beryl Cook ,  Dining Out Here’s a poem I wrote a few years ago: Jollux   Jollux – noun – Slang phrase used in the late 18th century to describe a “fat person” Come with me. Together mittens clutched from the cold blue fingers of December, sent on a mission to the tropics where I

mediocre, slipshod, shallow

  Here’s a poem I wrote when I was feeling sorry for myself:   Overlooked   As a gold coin buried in the dirt, as the primary leaf of a crabgrass plant in the garden.   I feel sad and angry, questioning my worth, knowing I shouldn’t care if I don’t get chosen for that

my week like Yorkshire Gold

Here is a poem of mine: My week like Yorkshire Gold     Tea- deep, delicious, paradoxically dry. cherrywood brown, a cup of relief from the previous gritty, sour instant coffee.     <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tea/”>Tea</a&gt;

Intensity of Fragrance

  Here’s a poem of mine: Intensity of Fragrance   Hyacinth, Jonquil, Lilac, Lily of the Valley, Viburnum, Mock Orange. Incense of Spring, Nothing in all the world of summer Smells like you. Too heady for me to keep In my bedroom, You clot the air with sweetness. I will dream of bees.    

Innocence is no earthly weapon

painting by birdie 95 on deviant art   The Coloseum, Rome Ovid  was a Roman poet who is best known as the author of the three major collections of poetry: Heroides, Amores, and Ars Amatoria, and of the Metamorphoses.   I am not a Latin scholar, and only know the poet Ovid by his name,

for twelve years each lies dormant

Dormant flower, the Kurinji   Poem by Rebecca Harrington Edited by Lydia Chain — One petal crept open, and a million joined it, on the slopes of the Nilgiris — the “blue mountains.” These peaks are named for the blue-blossomed Kurinji, India’s most meticulous flowering plant.   For 12 years each lies dormant, bare. Then, like

The Wishing Gate

Here’s a poem by William Wordsworth:   The Wishing Gate   [In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of an old highway leading to Ambleside, is a gate, which, from time out of mind, has been called the Wishing-gate, from a belief that wishes formed or indulged there have a favorable issue.]   HOPE

lollipop

Eugene Field was an American poet of the late 19th century. He wrote many popular, often poignant children’s poems.   His poem “Little Boy Blue” was a favorite of my father’s, who read it to me many times. Here is his poem with lollipops:   The Sugar-Plum Tree          by Eugene Field     Have you ever heard

Our disastrous presidential administration

In my opinion, it is much worse than I expected.  Trump keeps us in a state of chaotic expectancy. I generally don’t post about politics, but this situation has me worried every day.     These memes are funny, but they are also not funny.  Not with the dictator of North Korea improving his nuclear