In my garden
A climber grows
From the trellised platform
It strays its way
Trespassing into others territory
Annoying the plants
Growing close
Its emerald leaves
Of bright glossy sheen
With serrated edge
And prominent veins
Trembling and timorous
When whipped by the wind
Is a real delight to view!
Close to monsoon
It is in flower
The heavy clusters
Droop down in weight
A medley of white, pink and red
Languidly sway in breeze
Giving off a faint aroma
Early morning I see them
Tear stained
I wonder what makes them cry
Do they lament their transient fate?
Or are they sad,
Molested by amorous bees?
Excellent write. Richly descriptive. And the last verses lend so much weight to the write when the poet questions....do they lament their transient fate or are they sad...molested by amorous bees? This says a lot about life....and gives the poem a human identification. A big 10.
Growing close! ! To respect the muse of nature. Nice piece of work.
You are not only a gifted poetess But also an accomplished gardener! In every subject you are so well versed And your hands create natural wonders!
Loke. You have given me a joyride With such words, into false pride I glide Now I am on cloud nine Lord... don't make me asinine! !
My Jasmine is a rather unruly climber. It's now decided to wander into my large Rose bush. Your climber looks magnificent and your description is equally so! A beautiful poem, Valsa. Flowers give us so much pleasure and if they attract bees all the better. Tom Billsborough
Beautiful poem enhanced by real picture that you took in your backyard. You grow the plant, nurture it, describe in a poem, and express your deep feelings. The plant will feel there is someone who cares.
Growing of climber in garden not only increases the beauty of home but also brings fortune of expression. Seeing climber at early morning we get aroma of memory. Very wonderful poem is shared with nice vision....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, so well written I can smell them, am soothed by their soft swaying in the breeze. You paint your poems with a delicate and fine sable paint brush, each detail caught in eloquent verses. Most excellent!
Susan.... I am so much delighted by your beautiful comment.....! This I consider as a great recognition from a great poet..... thank you so much!