Love Flower Poems: Day 11

Here’s one by a famous haiku poet, although — correct me if I’m wrong — I think this one has too many syllables to be a true haiku.  Maybe it did before it was translated into English.  I also used this poem as an epigraph for a section of Forget-Her-Nots. As someone who sees the cherry trees bloom every year in Washington, D.C, I know exactly what the poet means. The presence of beauty can transform us.

[For this one, there is no title and this is the whole poem, so simply find the poet’s name.]

“In the cherry blossom’s shade              
there’s no such thing
as a stranger.”

Love Flower Poems Contest: Day 10!

In putting this contest together, I’ve come across new and wonderful poems that I’m so excited to find and share.  Here’s another one that I’d never read before about how the amaryllis blooms.

“If humans could be

that intensely whole, undistracted, unhurried,        

swift from sheer

unswerving impetus!  If we could blossom

out of ourselves, giving

nothing imperfect, withholding nothing!”

Love Flower Poems Contest: Day Nine!

This next poem takes the structured form of a sonnet.  This poet, both a writer and artist, was an important figure in the Harlem Renaissance.  Crocuses are still awhile off around here.  Happy reading!

“Some things are very dear to me —

Such things as flowers bathed by rain

Or patterns traced upon the sea

Or crocuses where snow has lain …”

Love Flower Poems Contest: Day Eight!

I’m feeling pretty great today, because I got a lovely review for FHN yesterday from Publishers Weekly.  I’m the one grinning … at least until the next ten inches of snow starts falling on Washington, DC.

This next poet is known for once tying a blue ribbon to a lobster named Thibault and taking him for a walk through Parisian gardens.  Seriously.  This poem is more about loving all creatures, rather than romantic love, and the flower line is sometimes translated as “Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.”  I like that.

Don’t worry about the title on this one. I’m having trouble finding it too!

Honor in each creature the spirit which moves it:
Each flower is a soul moved by Nature’s face;
In each metal resides some of love’s mystery;
“All things feel!” And all you are is powerful.

Happy reading!

Love Flower Poems Contest: Day Seven

Today’s poem is by a woman whose own garden is well-known and documented.  She also had her own conservatory to assure the presence of  flowers in winter.

“I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the rest.”

[The stock  photo is of a conservatory I’d love to wander into someday.]