Prickly Pear

February 4, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Not flower-like, but noteworthy. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Orchid Ball

January 30, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Isn’t nature spectacular? I love the colour of this plant and how the petals all curve into one another like a ball of fire. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Upside Down

January 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nectar’s potency –not diminished upside-down –does butterfly seekperspective, or is uprightonly a human construct? (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Also linking up to my weekly challenge: upside-down.)

Like a Sunset

January 28, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nature replicates –borrows fiery sunset hues,sets petals ablaze. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Delectable

January 24, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Pops of red entice,punctuate wintry scene –Spring around corner. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Imbibing

January 23, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winged creaturessip sweetness, inhale yellow –intoxication. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Beach Blooms

January 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Coarseness of gravel,spikes of hollowed reeds – yellowboldly intervenes. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Freshly Watered

January 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Peach and raspberry –sorbet petals, softer thana setting sun’s blaze. (For Cee’s FOTD.)

Oh, Orchids!

January 17, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

More orchids from the botanical gardens in Corpus Christi. For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.

Inevitability

January 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Velvet is the rose,blood red petals testify –cohabiting thorns. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]