Flowers x 3

In Day 20 of the April Poem A Day challenge at 'imaginary garden with real toads' the prompt is to write three short pieces on flowers, three lines or fewer.  I've posted them to this blog as I regard them all as 'small stones'. The first two are also haiku: one with the traditional 5-7-5 syllables, the other a short-long-short 'English language haiku'. I have used my own photos.

I'm also linking this post to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #447

sudden trumpet vines 

blare bright orange against grey

twigs, palings, winter

a plain man

he likes dogs, cars,

growing orchids

low down in thick black dirt

roses red for passion 

orange for joy

Back Yard, July

Winter sunshine brings 

orange trumpet vines

curling and waterfalling

over my fence,

their tubular blooms

upthrusting, pointing towards

deep blue sky,

cold bright light.

Shared June 8 2019 at Poets United's PoetryPantry #482

Contemplating the Unfamiliar

The Water Dragon is not afraid.

It comes to the glass door and poses

in profile, displaying long tail,

strong body, sturdy legs,

and above all the head held high,

cocked, staring in. We are strange

exotic creatures to the Water Dragon,

I suppose. Or perhaps, after all, it is afraid,

keeping so still – frozen, so that we won’t
discern, it supposes ... do they suppose?

Image from public domain

Written for Writing Ourselves Alive, week 1: Curiosity

Linking to Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Fear

Lunch

She gives me vegetable soup 

in a plastic box with two blue clips.

‘I’ve made it thick,’ she says.

‘You can add more water.

I just throw everything in

and hope it tastes OK.’

It’s still hot when I get back home.

It fills my big white bowl.

I don't dilute it, I eat it thick –

savouring the tastes

of carrot and spinach

and the texture of the potato.

#awakeaugust day 29

Also linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #317

Getting Through Winter

It's a help

that I have my cat —

the snuggler,

the smoocher —

to curl on the couch with me

as nights get colder.  

He's old too,

aged along with me.

Survivors,

just we two 

are all the family now

and we cling for warmth.

Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #261, where you can find lots of good poems.

Waiting in the Long Heat

Waiting in the long heat

for help with my stranded car,

I raise the bonnet for shade

and perch on the bumper bar.

I settle and look up.

Blue sky and a beautiful tree

straight in front of my gaze
are sweet and calming to me.

Submitted for Poets United's Verse First ~ Gifts and Blessings.

August Wind

August wind.

Each year I forget

until it begins.

A sudden flurry.

'Is that rain?' I think,

but it's not. It's the air 

stirring, no longer inert.

It wakes with a rush —

excitement or dread? —

and the blood responds.

Submitted for Poets United's Verse First ~ Difficulty. The challenge is: Write a poem, no more than three stanzas, that is completely free of "gratuitous, show-offy, camouflaging" text.