flowers

Saturation

I must have flowers, always and always—Claude Monet

azalea bluebell buttercup carnation
camellia cornflower cherry blossom dandelion

how will we color

fuchsia forget-me-not geranium goldenrod
hyacinth iris lavender lilac

our world when the flowers are

marigold orchid periwinkle poppy
rose sunflower violet wisteria

gone?

Many of our color names are based upon the colors of flowers, so it’s hard not to associate the two. It is estimated that as many as 250,000 flowering plants will go extinct by the end of this century, not only depleting what we see but how we see it.

For earthweal, where the subject under consideration is biodiversity.

I paint flowers so they will not die—Frida Kahlo

How Now

Why do you ask me where we are?
I lost my bearings long ago.
Each day is different, and yet very much
like all that have been or will be, amen.
You ask me for maps, for calculations, but
why not shower the world with devotion?

~and why should we not sing~

celebrating what is here and now
but also what leaves and then returns?
Every story continues beyond its ending.
Why not follow it around?
Why not grow wings, meet each day
without imprisoning it in either space or time?

The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. Since the majority of my poems ask questions, I also incorporated Merril’s dVerse prompt to write a puente.

Minus the Princess

minus the princess s

Black Beauty
leaves behind a trail
of tears, a
synthesis
of dazzling blue fire and the
mad Czar’s purple sword

Tender and
true, Aurora laughs,
dances in
the golden
acres, wandering among
old Jacob’s cattle

The Purple
Queen calls on Jack Ice
to render
wizardly
mutations—lazy housewife
into Reine des Glaces

A bit of fun using the seed names suggested by Sarah at dVerse in a shadorma chain for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday with synonyms for harmony and transition. Perfect words for a garden!

magic carpet

magic carpet ride magnetic

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. based on the concept of the language of flowers, fit perfectly with Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, below. Fields of bluebells belong to the fairies.

Once again, I did a watercolor ground and then a separate watercolor for the trees, which I cut apart and placed on the ground. Then I consulted with the Oracle. She did not disappoint.