Listen to the flowers!

By Rhiannonw
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Their language is colour, and shade,
scent, and delicacy,
texture, complexity –
what do they say?
with eyes to see, and mind to think,
you’ll hear! – They speak display
for praise of their beauty:
design so sublime,
exquisite;
and the daffodils trumpet their joy in the way
the days are now lengthening, warming for spring,
the snowdrops glow pleasure their flow will begin
the growth after winter’s cold frozen days;
and bluebells convey their soft, cosy haze.
Celandines sparkling and shouting delight,
and primrose smiles’ gentle sight;
then choir of summer sing volumes –
oh, what a show
and autumn’s chrysanthemums’ belated glow
before the return of the cold and the ice–
will this suffice
to brighten our days
and hear language clear
of beauty unnecessary –
treasure
just to give pleasure
for viewer,
and Giver, Creator.
[IP: The language of flowers]
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A Masterpiece!
Once again, Rhiannonw, you have blown me away with your craftsmanship.
The picturesque language incites my senses and appreciation of not only looking at the flowers.
But to learn to listen to the flowers, as well as to what they have to say.
To brighten my day. Greatful!..
Alex Alexander
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"..and the daffodils trumpet
"..and the daffodils trumpet their joy in the way
the days are now lengthening, warming for spring.."
You have captured the language of flowers so adriotly here, Rhiannon.
A cornucopia of colour.
Glorious!
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Your poem is so evocative of
Your poem is so evocative of those cottage gardens of old, when flowers were treasured by floriculturists for their treatments and how they help people.
I don't think you can beat a garden that's full of colour and tended by a professional.
Your poem is beautifully conveyed and your words are vibrant along with those gorgous photos.
Jenny.
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Thanks for thinking of me
Thanks for thinking of me Rhiannon. The hospital said it would be a number of weeks before they contact me, so I just have to remain patient. The coughing is becoming productive, so that's a bonus for me. I'm managing to get things done, so it's not too bad. If things become unbearable then I will phone, but for now I'm coping.
But thank you again.
Jenny.
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and the daffodils trumpet
and the daffodils trumpet their joy in the way
the days are now lengthening, warming for spring,
the snowdrops glow pleasure their flow will begin
the growth after winter’s cold frozen days;
and bluebells convey their soft, cosy haze.
Celandines sparkling and shouting delight,
and primrose smiles’ gentle sight;
love how you make colour a voice for the wildflowers! I have wondered, while wandering about in the woods, how bumblebees find patches of yellow iris or clumps of bugle in among all the trees. I guess, before chemical dyes and stuff, perhaps for people, too, wildflowers were an intense colour not often seen, a treat for eyes.
Beautiful poem, Thank You
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fairies and elves and dwarves
Made me think of William Blake he saw fairies and elves and dwarves in the flowers as a child he was considered insane but harmless. Lived in poverty with his family. Better imafgination you will find nowhere.
Keep well Rhiannon, lovely poem! Nolan &
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