Saturday, March 21, 2020

Flower for the Day Daffodils II and Periwinkle 3-21-2020




As we continue to hunker down the daffodils are very slow to emerge this year - lots of green leaves but flowers
only in the twos and threes. They are showing up in different colors.



The surrounding periwinkle (Vinca minor) has bloomed in abundance.


"The Periwinkle Time"
Blues crushed prepossessing Violet
Lavender starbursts sharp as diamonds  
                                                        undressed, a soul preys 
                                                    with black as crow feathered lashes 
                                                       that rim the open mirrors 

                                         There in the Pierian Reviviscence of Periwinkle 

                                                  within each twin reflection 
                                                  auroral Jade unveils  
                                                    seductively 
                                                    a Silent 
                                                  secret truth 
    
                                        "Ho scritto una storia d'amore     
                                          senza inizio e senza fine...       
                                           per scriverla con te"  

                                                    then 
                                             skips two stones 
   
                                               emeralds 
                                         across a deep pond    

                                   Within the stone skipped ripples        
                                           time bends wet       
                                    and bodies like arrows     
                                    find their spooning quivers    
                               within the stone skipped ripples 
                                     time bends wet - 

                                          romance delivered; 

                                   Lips of wanton words     
                                     that whisper silent    
                                  codes for breaking    
                                   when Autumn reigns    
                                o'er misty mystery mistaken    
                                "Women", he's just read 


    
                                   Phantom lovers 
                                   Under covers of 
                                   leaves rustling gold and 
                                   read he dives in to unfold, 
                                           "The Hidden" -
                                  a silent story within the lines, Red 

                                 He parts the Sea's secrets 
                                  a treasure box unbolted        
                                   in all Her ocean's  
                                    tempestuous glory,      
                                 like a Raven ravenous
                                   for one more story  

                                 To a wall his name he sings 
                                 as if he is a forgotten thing
                                Vibrato he is felt   
                                 Tremolo he is heard 
                                 a silent voice becomes 
                                Verdi loud amongst 
                                 the messed-up white noise din 

                                In the Periwinkle Time 
                                Blue Irises shining moist opals  
                                now onyx in their dark devotion 
                               a heart is swollen and swallowed
                               ceremonially he imparts to Her 
                               a hidden token 

                               Green so very green 
                               is the milky Oriental Orchid 
                              Periwinkle adorns her with a 
                              necklace dripping pearls 
                             she thought she was a woman 
                              now she smiles 

                                       foolish 
                                      bewitched 
                                      enchanted 
                                      girl 

                             Exotic stamen imprints 
                             ink stains upon her skin 
                             he's breathing words now 
                             trapped upon Her tongue 
                             hiding Silent within his shadow 
                             behind his favourite place,

                             The Untouchable Sun 
                             burning high above 

                             In the Periwinkle time 
                             he dreams of things forbidden 
                            he dreams of finding 
                                       Love 

                           (LadyLabyrinth/2019)



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