love is kind

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai in the month of love…

 

be my valentine

red roses, dark chocolates

bake a heart-shaped cake

mama and i shared birthday

brief time to celebrate love

 

❤  ❤   ❤

 

If someone gives you their heart, you can’t give it back without breaking it.

 

❤   ❤   ❤

 

heart broken open…

perhaps that lets the love out

to spill on others?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

spring yearning

Chevréfeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompts a “distillation” of a sonnet…

Sonnet 98  (by the master)

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

© William Shakespeare

 

roses

 

my distillation in tanka form:

in beauty, scent, hue

all the flowers, roses too

cannot surpass you

winter’s lonely heart would thrill

if return to spring we will

 

© lynn__

 

 

 

 

victorian love notes

 

my dear iris,

you left me with

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on my garden anemone

how can i trust your foxglove love?

offer me bluebells and ivy…

perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.

 

ah, sweet william,

now that i’ve returned

it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes

come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley

let us climb the ripe plum tree!

 

 

 


In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!

scene with gazebo

I completed the April challenge!logo-napowrimo

 

Roses have graced my life. Growing up, I admired my mother’s backyard roses with blooms of varied hues. I sniffed each bush’s blossoms to compare scents. Upon high school graduation, I received a lovely long-stemmed yellow rose. Later, I carried three pure white roses in my bridal bouquet and following the birth of each child, my husband presented me with a dozen red roses.

I’ve tried to tame wild roses in my farm garden: a yellow settlers’ rose (possibly planted by pioneers) and a pink prairie rose (our Iowa state flower). Roses require nurturing. Admire the roses and have respect for the thorns in life’s garden. Cut roses fade fast.

 

roses in the park

tender touch of Gardener

walking by my side

 

 

©Ryan Hawk/WPZ 2005, gazebo

prompt & photo – CDHK

He loves me…

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Although

it may seem

customary for

a girl to prefer

a dozen roses,

he decided to

defy tradition

by offering her

a lovely chain

of fresh daisies.

His unique gift

gently struck

a heart’s chord

which brought

forward a burst

of affection as

she stepped

close enough

to exchange a

petaled kiss.

 Daisy chain

Challenge to use word list from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

 

what kind of garden are you from?

 

My mother raised roses in lovely hues:

soft peach, pale yellow, and deep scarlet;

each properly pruned and sweetly scented.

 

I admired her backyard bushes in bloom,

squirmed under her careful cultivation of

my character and profited from her attention.

 

Raised in Colorado, my heart still thrills to

a mountain meadow of native wildflowers:

blue columbine, red paintbrush, gold buttercups.

 

Transplanted to Iowa and grafted to a farmer,

I find myself blooming like a wild prairie rose;

feeling fragrant and loved in my Father’s eyes.

 

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