combustion

Georgia O’Keeffe’s Oriental Poppies, 1929


fasciation – notice them!
double poppies growing upon single stem

beauty ignites in blood orange passion
bright flames rise from ashes

smoke ruffles edges of petalled glory;
will love burn out its story?

fair summer love goes to seed in autumn
seeds spread if wind caught them


Grace suggests we break up the couplet at dVerse today! I wrote an ekphrastic poem and tried “split couplets” with lines of uneven feet. I also learned new word 🙂

Fasciation is a rare condition where the growing tip of a plant becomes flattened or distorted, causing it to produce fused, doubled, or twin structures like multiple flower heads sharing a single stalk.

whimsy on brick wall


Inspired by online poetry class with John Sibley Williams.

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Living flames of cypresses
leap upward as evergreen branches
swirl like burning driftwood.

Even Vincent’s baby blue
skies curl with playful energy
trying to escape lemon peel moon,
which already took a bite from cotton
candy cloud floating above wave
of distant mesa’s high water.

Saffron grasses dance freely in
summer breeze while polka dots of
wildflowers and juniper berries
sprinkle scene with a childlike joy.

Cypresses by Van Gogh, 1889

volatile situation

Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts haiku/troiku prompt.  He gifts us with first line: “when every gust of wind.”  Each stanza of troiku begins with next line from original haiku.

 

when every gust of wind
fans bright flames of fire higher
smoke and ashes whirl

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when every gust of wind
exhales crackles, sizzles, pops
wood door comes unhinged

fans bright flames of fire
higher heat of inferno
old shed roof crumbles

smoke and ashes whirl
choking billows engulf all
inhale acrid breath

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

fire water

 

He torches water

vapor clouds, igniting to

bold tangerine flames.

 

 

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The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

( Psalm 19:1 )

spitfire

 

if denied the warmth they yearn

rotisserie hearts predictably turn

enflaming selfish tongues to burn

 

glowing embers smolder & smoke

rising ashes threaten to choke

old conflagration easily stoke

 

innocents witness this ugly scene

wonder what white hot words may mean

soaking up pain of blame too keen

 

pour confessions’ water on flames

douse wildfire of relationship games

let forgiveness speak our new names

 

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