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The Beauty Of Flowers (Multiple Tankas II)

The garden trellis
Climbing Salêt Moss rose blooms
Perfume light and sweet.
Light lavender-pink blossoms—
Nice outside or in a vase.

English bluebells dance
On either side of the path
In the cool forest
They nod and sway in sunlight
Lifting their heads to the dawn

Meadows full of blooms
Larkspurs, Daisies, and Poppies
All create beauty.
So splendid a sight to see
In the Spring and Summertime.

Near the Dutch windmill
Daffodils and iris bloom
In the warm sunshine
During the sweet summer day
They look towards the blue sky

Waterfalls o'er stones,
Mossy and slick though they be
My eyes do behold;
Trillium of white and mauve,
All amid Running Cedar.

~Timothy & Marian~


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La beauté des fleurs (plusieurs Tankas II)


Le treillis de jardin
Escalade Salêt Moss rose fleurs
Parfum léger et doux.
Lumière des fleurs de lavande-rose —
Nice à l'extérieur ou dans un vase.

Danse de jacinthes des bois français
De chaque côté du chemin
Dans la forêt cool
Il hoche la tête et se balancent en plein soleil
Soulever la tête à l'aube

Prés de fleurs
Larkspurs, marguerites et coquelicots
Tous créent de la beauté.
Tellement splendide un spectacle à voir
Au printemps et en été.

Près du moulin à vent hollandais
Les jonquilles et les fleurs de l'iris
Dans la chaleur du soleil
Pendant la journée été doux
Ils regardent vers le ciel bleu

Chutes d'eau sur les pierres,
Moussu et luisante, bien qu'ils
Mes yeux Voici ;
Trille blanc et mauve,
Tout au milieu des Cèdres en cours d'exécution.

*~ Timothy et Marian ~

You stripped
The warmth in my heart
With your dark and nefarious self,
Leaving me to wither
In the cold.

But don't worry, my love.

Just like larkspurs,
I'll bloom again
And let the wounds you left on me
Bleed beautifully.

This is my secret garden.

It is very well hidden and only I have the key to the doorway that is to be found by me only,

Or is it even there for real?

and so off I go

and inside of me I tremble to think that such a place is there awaiting me

And now it is I that stands here in front of this jagged fence that sticks out from in front of a hollowed out log

And so inside of here I must beable to gain entrance to for I dearly need all that lies so inside of there

And into the keyhole I glide this my key
And instantly I am there
Inside of my secret garden

And lilies and larkspurs and hollyhocks are now dancing as to send out their very welcome and to make me feel at home,

But I am now standing shattered inside of me
for I wanted to make a wish upon my favorite flower the dandelion

But it is far past too late

For there are only those strands of what once was a blossom

And a rabbit now darts out in front of  me and grabs it out of my hands
and I kneel down in the very grass and I start to cry,

For he has destroyed all that I came inside of here for

For what he took away from me were all dreams and wishes that once were spoken inside of that magical flower of long long ago.

jo.

Amidst the dark night under the noble scape of stars
Her perfectly kohled eyes of all the puckered scars
The ineffable mysteries of sadness, pain, and rage
Her deepest thoughts run wild on an endless blank page

She is not a dictionary of adjectives
Nor the amalgam of derivatives
She's a simple girl who locked her fears in poetry
As she puts the language of verse into a plethora of creativity

Writing poems is her way of spending pastime
As the giggling laughter of passing rivulet continue for she doesn't know pantomime
Nobody is perfect, so never mind intrigue and ridicule
She's not an epitome but a congeries of atom and molecule

She let her soul speak through words
From the darkest crevices of her mind
She puts sadness like a garment
Into beautifully written lines

Just like the larkspurs, she'll bloom again
For she's not easy to decipher from her red-ink smearing pen
Like a puzzle that lost its significant piece
Everything she writes, a magnum opus, a masterpiece.

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.

You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.

Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.

Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.

The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.

You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.

Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.

Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.

The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.

An earthly love, wears the sun
to collect Delpheniums, the larkspurs
made of blue color of your eyes.

I had given your name
to the crazy black rose for all time.
Moon starts fading after the night.

Wherever we go, hydrangeas
mopheads of purple, pink blue colors
come as strangers to meet us.