"buddleia" poems
In a still, bright dawn,
a dragonfly arriving,
on the buddleia alighting,
in the shinning sun dazzling,
blue-green colours reflecting.
Thrilling!
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Buddleia
Butterfly
Brown field
Oasis
Through cracked
concrete
scarred
car parks
New blue life
Mosaic winged
Delicate
Renewal
Chunky chains
brick built
rust puddled
and beautiful
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
October butterflies
game against blue skies,
wind that gusts indifferent
fading buddleia’s
purple sashes
give one last hurrah
to the peacock, admiral,
as the lowering sun
sees through wings that were
#autumn #fall #october #butterflies #turnturnturn
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
I hid behind the Buddleia bushes,
crouched in pools of
broken butterfly wings,
and bright feathers.
Between gaps in the greens
I saw them laughing,
jokes floating from
their mouths.
Rain started falling
pools rose
higher,
hair turned to string
cheeks were on
fire,
heartbeat burned,
my head
turned
away.
He kissed her forehead
wiped damp from her eyes,
traced light on her face
light from the skies.
Afterwards I walked
home under
rainclouds,
rainbows,
and rain.
dotted in sorrow
splotched with pain.
And let him pick me up
close to him,
again .
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 11:22 PM UTC
partying, music in the car,
talking to each other.
they are friends, we
all went riding, early autumn.
yet, they did not see
the kite fly over, the teasels,
butterflies on buddleia.
they looked at each other,
they are best friends.
sbm
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
Our Buddleia is now in bloom
as a ' Butterfly Bush' also known
The water gathers on the purple flowers
from July's slow, sultry rainy showers
Oh what a lovely summer sight!
When in the sun, butterflies take flight
& land upon the bush in their glory!
The Buddleia stands abandoned today
the Sunday city lies beyond
it in the distance & I'm reminded
this is such an English day
the kind we don't see on postcards
( though is talked of much)
& has to be lived through & felt
A day breathed in in great lung-fulls each
time you come back from being away
in case it disappeared & left
you reeling & sank into your memory
like Atlantis sinking eerily
into the restless Sea's waves
the Buddleia knows of this
& calls me to admire it in the rain
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
The butterfly slept on the arm with the sun.
She spent her life with the special one.
Her wings were red and edged with ebony black.
Delicate as lace.
She picked her companion carefully.
A Buddleia bush, a swarm of glory, a kaleidoscope, a flutter.
Alighted for the after noon,
Her life will fail her much to soon.
Short while spent in an unkind case.
Embryo unwrapped.
Locked in the doorway of the old woman's shed.
From nature at her harshest to nature at her glorious,
by means of metamorphosis.
ugly gave up beautiful, rare delicate exquisite expression, mere words cannot describe.
Escaped from her casing and so she fled.
Lovely Lepidoptera.
(C) LIVVI
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
In my garden
I have seen the rain
turn the leaves
to lustrous emeralds and jade
I have seen
a Hummingbird bathe
in the freshly watered leaves
of a Buddleia
moving leaf to leaf
in delighted fluttering
I have seen
juvenile, yet nearly grown
Blue Jays, beaks open,
throats quivering
demanding to be served
by their weary, patient parents
I have seen
a vivid Green Snake pose
as a Zinnia stem
eyeing me cautiously
as I pass by
startled, yet captivated
I have seen
a Box Turtle leisurely
floating in the pond
his bowed back
the color of rich soil
dabbed in sun spots
by an artist's brush
while Frogs,
slick and bug-eyed
peek mischievously
through the water's surface
and disappear as if
playing a game
of hide-and-seek
In my garden
I have seen
a Moonflower unfold
its pure white soul
and inviting fragrance
as dark begins
opening itself slowly,
****** bride to the night
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
In terraced ranks
of brick and slate
they stand in rows
and wait their fate.
The street lies in
abandoned zones
deserted now
the cobbled stones.
And all that’s seen
on darkest nights
the distant red
of rear tail lights.
By day exposed
as light breaks through
a barren land
a desolate view.
An empty scape
where bleak wind blows
where buddleia
and nettle grows.
Where rotting wood
and old tin sheets
and bricks and rubble
lie in heaps.
In terraced ranks
of brick and slate
they stand in rows
and wait their fate.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 4:32 AM UTC
Hello! O bingeing
loser!
Come out of your
fatigued stamina,
which is so
despondently,
affected by your
broken dreams.
The vigilantness of an
angelically winged being,
is so happy with your
factualness.
Their guiding virtuousness,
gives buddleia hugs to you.
Please stop worrying
and enjoy their serenely
gentilesse.
Shivpriya
# beautifulthingsandemotions
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC