Born deep
Root of roots
Snuggling close
Waiting for warm, until
My green and purple spears
Pierce the sky
Lanky legs
Ferny arms
Swelling buds
Hot June’s charms
Fill me to bursting
Blossoming joy
Taste my ginger crack pollen!
All hit my pipe
Humming and staggering
Donating parts to
Boardrooms
And hospital vases
Painters love me
As do poets,
Singing my praises
Swaying in the breeze
Capturing rain droplets
Long summer afternoons
Fall’s petaled snow
Portends cool weather’s
Yellowing limbs
Dried stalks hold my place
As I go underground again
Dreaming of June
Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host of dVerse. Linda says:
So today fellow poets, I would like you to think about what flower you most identify with or is your favorite (I know that will be hard!) and write a poem from the perspective of that flower. Some questions to think about: How did the flower begin? What has it seen? How does it feel to be a flower? Where did it end?
image: “Blooming Peonies,” a photograph by Diana Rajala
Tao Talk 
I love peonies but I never had any success with them in my garden. Maybe the roots disliked the soil
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They need full sun and hot weather to thrive. If they don’t have them, they will bush out but not bloom.
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Gorgeous Lisa! I have never tried growing peonies but I love them.
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Thank you, Linda, and thank you for the great prompt.
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A pleasure!
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Your profile picture is delightful! One can’t help but smile when they see it! Just remind me of all the people I love! 😀☀️
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Ah so beautiful Lisa! <3 <3 Xoxo
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Perfect!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome Li
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Nice plant personification Li.
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:) Thanks. I have a deep love for peonies, through every season.
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Passionate peonies–who knew? I like the short lines with your tercets. Peonies don’t fare very well here in WA state, more a hot house plant.
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Thank you, Glenn. They do ok in Michigan, but they must have full sun all day or forget about it.
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your poem is a burst of joy and love, coming from a place filled with so much hope, waiting for the sun to have fun. this is a beautiful flower and yes admired by writers and artists for its gentle beauty
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Thank you, Gina <3 It truly is a gentle beauty!
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I have seen many painting featuring your lovely flower. I guess the artist likes their blush.
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:)
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perfect words to describe such a cute flower!
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:) Thanks Kate
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I have planted one and I am looking forward to see them blossom this summer.
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Awesome, Grace!
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My bad eyes first saw the picture as water lilies and I read and was confused, for I read of peonies, didn’t need a photo.I read right.You totally describe a peony’s life through its seasons.
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So glad you are familiar with their life cycle through the seasons. I chose a blurry picture and should have chosen one more clear to show them off :)
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I like the description of the flower “donating parts” to boardrooms and hospitals..
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Thank you, Frank.
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I do love peonies and I absolutely love your tribute to them Lisa 🙂💕
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So happy you enjoy peonies as well <3
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Another gorgeous flower, one my grandfather grew in his tiny garden, where I gathered petals that dropped onto the grass. You’ve captured the emergence of their green and purple spears beautifully, Jade. My favourite lines:
‘Taste my ginger crack pollen!
All hit my pipe
Humming and staggering’.
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Very cool on your grandfather growing them and you gathering their petals. Glad you enjoyed the poem, Kim.
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Fall’s petaled snow
Portends cool weather’s
Yellowing limbs
Dried stalks hold my place
As I go underground again
Dreaming of June
Beautiful lines!
(BTW, it reminds me of a lip color I loved but lost somewhere -Peony :) )
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Thank you very much, Reena and I can see where peonies could inspire lipstick shades :)
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“…spears
Pierce…”
is an absolutely brilliant juxtaposition of words, in a poem full of subtly brilliant word combinations.
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Your comment is humbling, thank you very much, Alexandra.
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It is as if you have watched them grow closely and lovingly.
Lovely tribute, Li.
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Yes, Punam, they are close companions, thank you.
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You are so welcome. 🙂
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I love the third stanza.
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Thank you, Carol, glad you enjoyed it.
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You painted your peonies large and luscious! I didn’t know about the ginger crack pollen :)
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Next time you see a peony in bloom, stick your nose into it and breathe it in :)
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Lovely poem about one of my favorite flowers so well done!
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Sascha, thank you and glad you are a fan of peonies as well. They are beauties aren’t they.
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Yes and you have reminded me that I have to move mine. It’s now far too big for where it is. I look forward to the smell!
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I like the cycle of your poem…
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Thanks Judy!
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