Cartography

Flowers don’t start in segregation

Our seeding was as balanced -and foolish-

As any ignorant gardener of the masses

The plants are shaped by the land

And the land shapes them

The war of the white roses

Claiming the wettest corner

While the thin line of flag

Irises

Holds firm to the sun

A beautiful map of invisible conflict

This is not actually metaphorical. Note: Don’t ever try to move rose bushes.

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For more zones of conflict, invisible and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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Cloudlines

Climb high enough

And you stand level with the heavens

The cloudline separating the messy

Business of living

From the clean dead blue

Of the upper atmosphere

Purity has its own price

Sometimes there is a usefulness in seeing the world from a different height or perspective, in understanding the point of separation.

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For more contrasts and separations, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds- Lupin

As the heat rises,

Heavy in our throats and hearts,

So we take our bow,

Our bold palette laid before you,

A tapestry of hope and possibilities.

Shall we blanket the meadows,

Our seed on every rise?

Shall we burn under the sun,

Under the inescapable light?

Let us lay out the final hand before you

Our passage from the possibility,

From the half-formed dreams of spring,

To something fixed and final.

Let us pass boldly,

Our blossoms as loud as our hopes,

Let us pass from spring’s possibility to

Warm reality

Pass into

Summer’s unknown future.

Lupin- Imagination

Every May (and sometimes, the first week of June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.

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For more hard won wisdom, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.