Red Amaryllis 1937 ~ Georgia O'Keeffe
If I am to have hope of blooming, I must walk carefully
where flowers sleep.
Amaryllis sleep in the dry womb of winter
dreaming of spring’s warmth.
Deep in the icy clutch of forgotten
roots woo twilight to send the moon
to flirt with fickle blooms in waiting.
A garden pulses with resurrection
beneath booted feet oblivious
to the beauty buried beneath gravel.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Instructions were to write a poem by selecting at least three words from this list:
amaryllis somewhat percussion darkness grapefruit
deep cast warmth blood touch
gravel twilight lips sky sleep
bedside scones fervour harbinger cogitation
Instructions were to write a poem by selecting at least three words from this list:
amaryllis somewhat percussion darkness grapefruit
deep cast warmth blood touch
gravel twilight lips sky sleep
bedside scones fervour harbinger cogitation
Comments
Happy you dropped by my blog today Susie
Much✏love
‘Amaryllis sleep in the dry womb of winter
dreaming of spring’s warmth.’
My garden is currently pulsing so loudly with resurrection it’s waking me in the early hours of the morning!
to the beauty buried beneath gravel
There's so much of beauty and wonder hidden that we tend to miss them all!
Hank