Daffodils bring the first
welcome of springtime,
Yellow tones brighten that
post-winter gloom.
Roses snuggle close to the
heart of the matter,
Red buds and petals
express a special message.
Bluebells seek sunlight
within dark shady glades,
Mythological violet-blue
trumpets heavily scented.
Poppy fields bring remembrance
for those who fell,
Brave souls lost in the endless
madness of warfare.
Wreaths entwined with the
love felt in times of loss,
Sometimes words are
scarcely enough as expression.
Balmy summer evenings
walking in the meadowlands,
Buttercups with buttery enquiries
underneath chins.
Cowslip and primrose
cluster within clumps of clover,
Daisies play peek-a-boo
with hours of erstwhile fun.
The elegance and the
beauty decorates heath and dale,
Hedgerows of sweet
honeysuckle and bramble ramble.
Dandelions were childhood
offerings picked into posies,
Floral gifts so lovingly
given and never considered weedy.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/05/2015
Poets United
Mid-Week Motif: ‘Weeds/ Weediness.’
Brave souls lost in the endless madness of warfare.
ReplyDeleteWreaths entwined with the love felt in times of loss,
Sometimes words are scarcely enough as expression.
These lines are great and strongly resonated with me... sometimes what words can not express.. the emotions which are depicted by flowers hold great significance in expressing our deepest of thoughts :)
Beautifully written!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Eileen, this is a beautiful hymn to Beauty that manifests itself in plants and weeds. ...
ReplyDeleteAmen. I totally loved this line; 'Roses snuggle close to the heart of the matter," and also at the heart of all, as you show, are the childhood offerings, all of beauty.
ReplyDeleteNow this is Wonderland...I love how you have given character to the flowers as well as smell and colour and feeling...it feels so natural (and obvious) that as a reader you wonder why you haven't thought of it before!
ReplyDeleteA platter of spring decorated with beautiful flowers:)
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Eileen. I like the tenderness with which you describe the flowers, never being weeds to you who are a flower too. I know you're beautifully blossomed.
ReplyDeleteI love the description of the qualities of the various flowers - and what treasure those childhood bouquets of dandelions are. Children so love to give.
ReplyDeleteOh I love the field that you have placed on your page and the memories that some flowers bear.
ReplyDeleteTruly I think all flowering plants are beautiful. Daffodils or dandelions - both have their charms. I am sure that when you walk the heath you don't differentiate between plants...but appreciate each for what it is. On my walks right now, it is the same. I see some very beautiful purple flowers, but I don't have a clue what they are!
ReplyDelete"Roses snuggle close to the heart of the matter"
ReplyDeleteI just love that!
The childhood offerings are more precious than any florist concoction - lovely
ReplyDeleteWhat a glorious hymn of praise to all flowers in our world.
ReplyDeleteFull of beauty and joy!
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightful rhyming bouquet, i sooooo enjoyed this
ReplyDeletethanks for dropping in to read mine
much love...
A lovely play on the theme - and all the symbolism of flowers made me smile :)
ReplyDeleteWell written.
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of Shakespeare's descriptions of all the lovely flora of the British Isles, Eileen. A lovely write.
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