"periwinkles" poems
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At the sound of my name, I see the faces
turn and smiles of many friends;
Queen Sue of Ruikruya in her lilac silks,
Queen Sarita of Khaikar in orange silks,
Queen Deb of Daegeral in magenta,
Queen Kim of Geniael in creams,
Queen Robin of Naeneiana in periwinkles,
Queen Fawn of Yuamor in red-violets,
Queen Dawn of Khesian in dandelion-orange,
Queen Jugnu of Enuryn in jade-greens,
Queen Yidna of Puhan in indigos,
Queen Cne of Phelyra in turquoise,
Queen Xaela of Lonusea in peach,
Queen Ayumi of Wadia in tan-gold,
Queen Sheila of Naizzuzia in cornflower-blue,
Queen Stars of Yurithireatha in green-yellow
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King Edmund and his wife in matching
forest-greens attires,
King Omni of Khaniel in silvers,
King Emeka of Ghalali in white,
King Devon of Monait in blue-violets,
King Fugue of Thavia in blacks,
King Yacov of Igrador in olive-green,
King Joseph of Eaqellurene in bronze,
King Fredrick of Emirinait in mauve,
King Rob of Balan in sea-green,
King John of Khesian in melon-red,
King Aslam of Ikaesa in deep plum,
King Brandon of Huarean in ocher,
King Kikodinho of Izugalla in taupe,
King Jobira of Zavalon in orange-red
and many many more.
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And last but not least, King Paul of
Luciuscemi himself in emerald-and-gold.
He wears his favourite emerald green
jacket with ruby buttons, bright gold
embroidery of suns and lions; his sleeves
stitched with pearls and rubies to match
the red sash across his chest; his trousers
black as are his boots, but even they have
gold laces.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
The sun shines upon the trees
With its warm red glow
And the sunrays shine upon the trees
Where birds perch in the branches and sing
Where flowers secretly unfurl their soft petals and sweetness
Where bluebells grow and cover the ground
In purplish-blue
Where the sky is forever sapphire blue
Where the violets and moss grow
Where the breezes dance and caress my fair cheeks
Where periwinkles bloom
And peach blossoms unfurl their petals
And lift up their heads
And feel the warm sunshine on their pink cheeks
And where Fairies dance and waltz
At nighttime when Night wears her dark
Majestic gown of celestial beauty
Where the Fairies dance
And play Enchanted instruments
Like the harp
Which brings forth its nocturnal melodies
That dance upon the air
Which is perfumed with dazzling flowers
That bloom at Night
Where mist lingers in the sky
And sunrays dance upon its
Beautiful path
Where sunsets greet the west
And where sunrises say hello to Dawn
And where Dusk settles bringing
The dancing Fairies
That hush the world to sleep
With their sweet lullabies
~Marian~
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches tigers
In red weather.
4.1k
an anthracite & brown mass undulating seagulls' lost cries
& the summertime fishermen are gone
& you no longer wear that red dress, Carmen
sifting through ***** Sea foam
for periwinkles & pecten raveneli*
no longer barefoot on the Beach
& a child no longer asks for ice cream
the trees, rabid in their colors,
age creeps in with the increasing litter
& the stars shine coldly now
& the wind is picking up
the drifting remains of love
& packing them away
until Christmas
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
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flowers bloom in our heart
i bloom eternal tulips
but in You, only periwinkles can grow
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
No ode for you, periwinkles
No exalted verse or prose
No lover's gift you will be
Unlike the regal rose
Not placed in summer bouquets
In vases - never seen
Nor gracing dark tresses
Nor found in floats of dreams
Yet sweet you are to me
Happy in blue and white
With your merry little faces
Like fairies and lithe sprites.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 1:07 PM UTC
There is a plot of land near my home which once housed an abundance of flora and fauna.
Turtles, birds, rabbits, snakes, wild dogfennel, pines, periwinkles, alamandas and southern river sage thrived in this space which now boasts only an open plot of beige mounds, cement cylinders, and monstrous machines.
I grimace at its "progress" daily.
Across the street, a large patch of wildflowers sit up and gaze upon this scene.
Day after day,
Erupting from the blue-eyed grass,
A family of spanish needle
and Mexican petunias
turn their blooms toward the beeping and the clunking of machines.
White peacock butterflies and red-tipped dragonflies dance around the feeding bees. I'd like to be like the flowers. To bloom rebelliously in the face of greed and destruction. Even though soon, they will be gone too.
Sep 23, 2022
Sep 23, 2022 at 4:14 PM UTC
Yes, we shall walk through ferns as tall as our waist
And step over the beige colored mushrooms
We'll sit down and dream beside the creek
And let the melody of a cello and harp duet
Refresh us and give us strength anew
We'll live inside that old-fashioned home
With lovely wallpaper in nearly every room
We'll sit down together on the comfortable window seat
Overlooking the dreamy farm with tall, tall grass
And rustic fences here and there in those verdant pastures
We can sip cold Dr. Pepper on the privacy of our verandah
Enjoying the silence together--me and you
We'll stroll through gardens full of iris blooms
Take walks down our flowering cherry tree lane
Walk inside the beautiful forest with wild honeysuckle vines
And periwinkles carpeting the forest floor
Yes, we'll wander aimlessly all day
Maybe walk a few dogs and ride some horses
This is our dream that may never come true
But we'll keep on wishing for it--me and you
~Marian~
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Summertime awakens the redolent flowers
It brings to life again the day
Rebirth of the stars
Raindrops become my healing balm
And thunder my elixir
Demure fawns gallop gracefully
Across the woodland’s fallen trees
And the sky is arrayed
In cloaks of fragrant mist
The forest’s familiar scent of petrichor
Fills the moss laden air
And hidden periwinkles glisten with dewdrops
Sweet summertime has returned once more
Her usual fugacious beauty
~Marian~
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Tall Trees Reach Up
To Touch The Sapphire Sky
Red Dirt Paths Accent Nicely
With Green Grass And Nodding Ferns
All's Tranquil And Peaceful
In The Beautiful Forest
Sun Rays Slant Their Rich, Warm, Honeyed Light
Across The Dirt Paths
Winding Here And There
Spring Beauties Grow Beside The Path
Washed With Rain Their Blue Petals
Sweetly Scented Japanese Irises
Unfurl Their Blooms Towards The Sky
In The Forest Everything Is Quiet And Calm
It Heals Your Wounds And Brings Peace To Your Soul
Further On As We Walk Mist Fills The Air
All Around Inside The Forest
And All Around The Rich Red Path
A Hushed Spot Of Lavender
Grows Quietly Almost Without Being Seen
Periwinkles Refreshed With Dew Awakes
To The Bright Blue Sky And Twirling Mist
And Everything Is Beautiful And Green
We Walk Hand And Hand Unseen
Amidst The Pines And Dazzling Furs
We Smile And Our Eyes Dance
For We Are The Fairies
Who Will Forever Live
In The Forest
~Marian~
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Before my eyes,
The sea stretches far;
An infinite scroll of chiffon
Rolling and unrolling
In shades of green and sapphire
In its sedate hours of brooding silence
A calm expanse with feeble waves
As if seized by an uncanny lassitude
Lying in majesty
Swirling in ecstasy
Within this mammoth silver submarine,
How many mysterious live forms thrive!
What curious shaped corals, what all sea urchins!
What wealth of fish, what gigantic mammals!
Between the blue sky above
And the blue sea below
I see seagulls fly,
The long beaked pelicans prey,
Grampuses heaving their huge form
Above the calm surface
And the milky spray
Tossing shiny pearls
Upon the stretching naked strands
I can see a distant sail
And the hull of a ship
Gliding over undulating waves
Leaving a frothy trail of foam behind
With water churning and spiraling around
Where sharks and seals and dolphins swim
Piles of silver clouds move above
And the golden sands stretch below
With periwinkles, ***** and shells
Scattered by the receding waves
Splashing tides, dancing weeds
Rising crescendo, falling rhythm
Oh! What a splendid scene
In the rosy gleam of this evening!
What delectable mélange
Of tinkling sensory delights!
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?
Your wedding cakes are on the hearth
Thither they are glowing.
People are coming
To bless you
For your bliss ahead
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?
Your wedding gown
Decked up with
The chicest of jewels
Waits in silence
To witness
As your accompaniment
The storm of joy
Of merriment
And good hope
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?
The honey bride says
I know not what calls me
To the nature's lap
The woods
So dense and deep
Periwinkles and wild roses
Daisies and vivid poses
Of the sceneries
Of Mother nature
Oh mother
I know not
My feet are chasing
Someone unknown
Oh honey child
Marriage is bliss
Why do you face away
And give
Your life's fortunes
A 'sad' miss?
The master groom comes
Lay your hands on his
Exchange the garlands
Of love and life's vows
Find your way
Merrily with his
Oh honey child
Handsomely would he come
And take you
For he is your loving bridegroom
Honey child'honey child!
Whither are you going?
The spirits of joy
The scent of
Blissful solitude
And beautiful happiness
The song
Of the koil scented
Riverbank
And the unknown
Merry wilderness
Calls me
O mother
Not will I stay
I will go.....
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
Fowl meadow grass - Glyceria striata - the striations
on the lemma. Drooping rachis
a weeping willow of a grass.
Recurring periwinkles, myrtle, Vinca.
Helicopter petals. Evergreen leaves.
Escaped from gardens, alien or native?
A little further by the spruce stand
a new mustard, cuckoo flower - Cardamine -
with pinnately compound leaves. What a find!
A good day turns bad.
After you've died, one of them dogs digs up your grave.
You may sit in the rain and think.
Maiden pink.
The dark circle inside the flower
a g-string or garter.
O to fail well. To lay low. To live long.
To run slow. Feel the hill. Pressing down.
Do less. Until one thing's done well.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
The sound of bees in a tree
Making their honey
Dripping and sweet
The song of birds
The sound of the clear gurgling lake
Little fishes darting in and out
Bears hidden in that beautiful forest
Resting in the shade
Butterflies without a care
Dancing lazily on the breeze
Which caresses my sweaty face
The smell of honeysuckles
Leaves me breathing in
The heavenly smells of Summer
Smells of rain
Drifts through hot afternoon
Indicates a thunderstorm
A path of periwinkles
Leads me to a world
Too beautiful to be true
A world that takes my breath away
Little peach blossoms opening
Their sweet pink petals
Their softness reflecting
The shade of cotton candy clouds
When the sun sets or rises
It's just a lovely Summer Day
Yet words cannot describe
How beautiful it is
~Marian~
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
Memories like faded Monet’s
windswept pastels and periwinkles
permeate into one hour. The Blue Hour...
the hour lost in the world of egg yolks
Pirouetting the equator line
that divides
the latitude that lusted for the sun, the stars,
the cobalt sky.
with solace it longed to be departed from
The milk washed violet dreams
where vigor seeks
a meteoric silence that ushered
Azure rays igniting light
that cracks behind the clouds beaming
whispers of secrets
unveiling echoes of Gymnopedie No.1
As it dances in the breeze
The wind doused by the rhythm of
the pulsating waves by the indigo shore
Deafens my senses
Deafens me
Deafens my world.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Candy floss and a visit to the arcade:
That's all it took to bring things back an hour
to the moment before a missed step.
Panic, pandemonium, a parallel universe
is what I came to; Landed, rag-dolled on a weather-worn,
rice field imitation rock. What I would give to see myself
From the edge. To see the angles my body chose
while I was away bringing my dearest to my side.
First I collected my sister with a scream that belongs
Only in stories that deal with grief: Guttural.
Come to think of it, that acrid ancestral call didn't belong to me.
I wasn't the one who pricked her from her periwinkles
And guided her over the barnacles to become a silhouette.
It wasn't me who dragged the adrenaline-fueled arms and legs
of an undressed, distressed father from his bed, through the
Haze of his own thoughts: a descent he wont soon forget.
I wasn't there. The things I describe are born of a situation
I have spent fifteen years rebuilding; I'm ashamed to say
I missed it. I never felt the chaotic shift of the wind and was never
able to expect the worst because I was too enthralled with her face.
It was my sole focus as I lay down.
I watched intently - in slow motion - distortion explode into
her cheeks, tearing her mouth to the seams; scared eyes
enveloping lids and unwavering, taking me all in.
I have no doubt she remembers the moment as well as i do,
Probably more so, for she experienced the backwash.
She was certainly shown the quickest way down.
I remember that it was beautiful that day:
A real Irish-sunburn peak in Liscannor Bay.
I also remember walking down the garden
To the cliff stenciled on the back of my hand
with the cheerful arrogance only an eight year old
can get away with.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Pink Periwinkles waving along
Various birds singing together
Amidst cool breeze
Under shadows of a palm tree
Listening in the garden of my home
Peace, solitude.
Oh, what a blissful life.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
let the mice tinker
with the tall clock
with
the crystal face
and line up the shots
of brandy and crisp air. harried by gnats
and periwinkles.
click your heels
then stroll the damage parlors
of your savage days.
and mark the night
a blessed pandemonium
that features an appearance
of a meaning to it all
with all the candor of an imaginary sage
and a vow of silence.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Rosy mists breaks skies
Dawn is painting the new day
Periwinkles sway
Smooth, glassy ponds
Sunrise flares sweet spokes of light
Noble groves of trees
Koi fish glide smoothly
Glimmer through seaweed like pearls
Their eyes shine with joy
A tree dew drop falls
Kiss the pool and forms dimples
Near to far rose shades
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
I sit on the rocks
watching the water
splash against them,
missing my feet
by an inch or two.
The small shells stuck
to the rock motionless
unlike the tide.
I gently pull one off
and hum to it.
It partially reveals itself
and I smile
throwing it back into
the sea wondering
where it goes now.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
They always say the same things -
the script and the show
“Let’s fall in love over a fancy dinner
and stories of travelling the seas.”
“Take control of my car stereo
play whatever you love.”
“I did three thousand pushups in three minutes, darling, feel my biceps.”
Same faces,
same words,
same places,
same stories.
Heard it all before.
But maybe -
if we’re able to cry all night
on the other’s shoulder,
for no reason,
or a hundred reasons.
If we can scream out
the moments we felt small
felt guilt,
felt shame,
felt fear,
felt agony.
If your long paragraph
meets mine
and we don’t flinch.
Just hold.
Just stay.
If we can dance,
inebriated,
with arms so entwined
we forget
whose hand is yours
and whose is mine.
If we lose track of time -
in silence,
in words,
in laughter.
Let love bloom
in a secret garden
of periwinkles and petunias
but also
in the mud,
the mould,
the stains of regret
and wishful thinking.
Let it exist
in nightmares
and dreamless nights.
Not perfect.
But present.
Something different.
Something more.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
blossomed periwinkles
with hues of rose
beneath the silver veil
and atop the emerald diamonds
danced with the zephyr
for the dead silence
paiting the coals of darkness
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
#*
Like periwinkle blooms
Bright and upright
Glossy white
Anew the day
Happy New Year
Love and peace*
🍃🍃
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC