love’s crowning fruit

Linking this ghazal to February “red crush” prompt HERE. The ghazal is a traditional Arabian verse form with the first two lines ending in the same refrain, which is then repeated at the end of each stanza. The ghazal consists of at least five, but often up to fifteen, two-line stanzas. Each stanza should be independent, but should tie together with the whole. The final stanza is a signature, where the author can use his/her name to seal the poem.The lines should be of similar length and rhythm. Themes are traditionally on love’s longing and directed to the Beloved. (Note: With subjects like romantic love, many of us tell ourselves pretty stories…this may be one such “confabulation”).

 

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photo credit: care@com.

 

Write sweet poetry to heart’s secret red crush;

can mere words awaken love’s latent red crush?

pluck ripe pomegranates from leafy tree lush;

cut fruit in two, reveal cherished red crush.

rose petaled kisses may entice lovers’ hush,

romancing soft velvet of luscious red crush.

delight of the garden in Persia and Cush,

heaven’s seeds float serene in pulpy red crush.

massage scented cream on skin’s passionate blush;

circle neck with bright garnets of  jeweled red crush.

freshly squeezed pom juice powers energy rush;

whether iced or served hot, savor flavor’s red crush

Valentine birthday doubles married love’s mush…

desires’ conversation with lynn’s only red crush  😉

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“Let us go early to the vineyards… and if the pomegranates are in bloom…there I will give you my love.”                                                 – Song of Songs 7:12

the winter is past…

Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai 

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photo by lynn

wrens did not return

youngest son built new birdhouse

our hearts are frozen

and the sound of birds is heard…

 late wrens sit in bush

life is more than building nests

sing little hearts out

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photo: Michael Finn, birdwatchireland.ie

lil’ red bug

learned to drive

stick, clutch & shift

four on the floor in

’68 red VW beetle;

rear engine unwinds

like tight rubber band.

scootin’ thru traffic and

parkin’ in small slots or

doin’ donuts on icy lots.

Daddy gave her keys

not knowing that

the girlfriends had

too much fun trying

to get boys to follow,

then losing them…

beep, beep!

 

( Linking this with Real Toads and d’Verse Poets  )

photo credit:  car by ed jarrell

photo credit: car by ed jarrell