"delphiniums" poems
The prelude to a bruise
Is the loving gleam in your eyes
Feral glint boiling up from
Wild meadows and forest lingering on the edge of
Forgotten
Conception is the heavy, hot second of contact.
Searing through me with a gasp and
Cry of thanks
Your touch sows the seeds of violets and morning glories
And red, red roses, thorn-prick freckles
Flowers blooming across my back, my thighs, my throat
Grow me up from your sheets, lavender and larkspur wrapping around my ankles,
My ribs a spray of hyacinth, hydrangea flourishing on the crests of my hips,
Wrists encircled in verbena,
Delphiniums blossom on my throat
Planted by your hands, your teeth
Gardens of your admiration remembered on the canvas of my skin
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
moving day
By Jude kyrie
*In between the delphiniums and the hollyhocks
Sat the old wheelbarrow dented rusted and aged
The thoughts of my childhood return
I am no longer thirty five years old.
Daddy would sit me in the wheel barrow
and give me a ride
All about the garden as I squealed in delight.
I have a need to see his kind eyes once more
Hear his soft gentle voice so mellow.
I want feel like a little girl once more
safe and secure with my daddy.
The need to find him is overwhelming.
I look all over the gardens for him.
Then I see him stood by the apple tree.
His old knitted sweater and his corduroy pants
In his mouth his sweet aromatic pipe
that was an extension of him
He said Hello Kitten
my eyes misted
No one but my Daddy
ever called me that
I said Hello Daddy
he took his pipe from his mouth
His smile lit up the place.
I was six once more but it faded.
He melted into my memory.
My childhood was passed
replaced by my womanhood
All that was left was the
indelible memories of times past
Tears fell from my eyes
as I wept to go back.
Then a noise as I looked around
at the arrival of the new owners.
A young handsome man with his little son
Daddy there’s a wheelbarrow can I have a ride*
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
It was about this time last year when
The flowers started poking their noses in the air
Deciding whether it is safe to come back again.
But then it is all down to the right temperature.
The delphiniums blue as the azure spring sky
With little white eyes in the centre of the flower.
Nearby the bright red poppy on parade, on standby
Next to the red hot poker, the tall yellow tower.
The robin, the mad red pilot, and the blue ***
Perch on a branch covered in blossom so pink
Their beaks sandy from pecking in the sandpit
And their feathers shining like the kitchen sink.
I love spring, when life in the garden comes back
Yellow buds appear on twigs galore
The bare colours of winter gone; white and black
Fresh colours of spring have returned once more
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
Walking along the stone path
I discover violets, so sweet
Delphiniums as blue as the sky
Forget-Me-Nots carressing my feet.
My blue world, a delight
In here my life is complete
The fragrance floating by
on the wings of a golden butterfly.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
What do I pluck in a field of flowers?
The peonies bloom with such sweet intent
I can’t just sit in this grass for hours
It is hardly a choice, why do I cower
Blue delphiniums with fearless content
What do I pluck in a field of flowers?
If I delay I’ll be in spring showers
Must I choose one blossom if I relent?
I can’t just sit in this grass for hours
The bee can choose all, each it empowers
Roses and violets? I will not lament
What do I pluck in a field of flowers?
Just pink or blue is shouted from towers
But lavender’s love is the freest scent
I can’t just sit in this grass for hours
These meadows are solely each of ours
Lilacs in my hand I will not repent
What do I pluck in a field of flowers?
I can’t just sit in this grass for hours
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
He speaks beneath the concrete
and roots intertwine his voice.
He is fire on the sidewalk
nobody sees him erupt,
silence takes him
to the room of truth
litters him with the lead
You can't face.
He will take off Liberty's blindfold
hold her naked against the mirror,
make her touch the icy ribs of December Skyscrapers,
force her to admit the truth.
She will try to censor him,
his fire will expand and crash
The Meadowland.
Revolution will blaze the haunted maze of butterfly wings and curious eyes will rise when they decide to lift from electric Delphiniums.
He spits out rivers into office buildings, floods the lie with panic,
nobody is safe from drowning.
His sunrise peaks the unholy alliance of Governments,
exposes the superstructure as the fat rich camel denied at needles eye.
He takes off the mask of the executioner, puts him on trial for hypocrisy.
He lands in the middle of conscience, let's it run loose
while everybody hides, petrified behind their denial.
He is smooth jade rising from the bottom of a hidden city dancing in the corner of your peripheral,
his gem holds the secret to your soul.
Wear it and become a Sorcerer
in the Meadowland-
speak his name
and thunder
will answer you.
My name is Henry Miller.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
*In between the delphiniums
and the hollyhocks.
Beside the potting shed
with creeper walls.
Rested the old wheelbarrow
dented rusted and aged.
Thoughts of my childhood
when I was just a girl return to me.
Daddy would sit me in the wheel barrow
and give me a ride.
All around the garden
as I squealed in delight.
suddenly I am overwhelmed
I have a need to see
his kind eyes once more.
Hear his soft gentle voice
so mellow and kind
so sweet to me.
I want feel like
his little girl once more
safe and secure.
The need to find him
is beyond anything.
I look all over the gardens for him.
Then I see him stood by the maple tree.
He is wearing his old knitted sweater
that Mom knitted for him.
With his corduroy gardening pants.
In his mouth his sweet aromatic pipe
that was always an extension of him.
the smell fills my soul.
He said softly
"Hello Kitten"
my eyes misted
no one but my Daddy
ever called me that.
I said Hello Daddy he took his pipe
from his mouth
His smile lit up the place
For a single moment
I felt secure and safe.
I was six once more but he faded.
into the ether of infinity.
My childhood was long passed
replaced by my womanhood.
All that was left was the
indelible memories
of long ago times past.
Tears fell from my eyes as I
wept to go back,
even for just one moment.
Then a noise as I looked around
at the arrival of the new owners.
A young handsome man and his wife
with thier little son.
Who shouted in delight.
"Daddy there’s a wheelbarrow,
can I have a ride?"*
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
Chant near the blue-
wind breakers. I will pick
you up on a cloud.
The saint was coming
back his abode to see
delphiniums bloom.
A dolphin whistles,
rises in water to kiss
her liberator.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
*After Daddy's passing the old house was sold.
I stood in the garden he loved so much.
and the years melted to times long passed.
The old shed where he kept all his tools.
the neat beds and glorious abundance of flowers.
Then I saw it.
In between the delphiniums and the hollyhocks
Sat the old wheelbarrow dented rusted and aged.
The thoughts of my childhood return
Daddy would sit me in the wheel barrow
and give me a ride when I was a child.
All about the garden as I squealed in delight
I have a need to see his kind eyes one more time.
Hear his soft gentle voice so mellow
I want to feel like a little girl again
safe and secure in my Daddy's arms.
The need to find him is overwhelming.
I look all over the gardens for him
Then I see him stood by the fruit tree
His old knitted sweater and his corduroy pants.
In his mouth his sweet aromatic pipe
that was almost an extension of him.
He said softly
" Hello Kitten"
my eyes misted
No one but my Daddy
ever called me that
I said "Hello Daddy"
He took his pipe from his mouth
His smile lit up the place
I was six ears old once more.
Bu he faded into the mist of memory.
My childhood was passed
replaced by my womanhood.
All that was left was
the indelible memories of times past
Tears fell from my eyes
as I wept to go back.
Then a noise
as I looked around at the
arrival of the new owners
A young handsome man
with his little son.
who shouted in joy.
"Daddy, there’s a wheelbarrow
can I have a ride"? *
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC