Posted in August 2018, Senryu

Plum Talk

Plum tree full of ripe purple plums

I’ve been Plum tired,

And at times Plum tuckered,

But Plum crazy I’m not

Senryu

A bit of humor in my poem today. 😊

Seeing this plum tree while on my walk a few days ago caused me to remember some old phrases my dad used to say when I was a kid.

Posted in Ekphrastic Poetry, November 2013, November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013, Ode--Irregular, Rhyme

An Ode to an Old Friend

The Pink ChairYou sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,

How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !

Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson  11-11-13

Posted in May Flowers 2013

A Tribute to Blaze

Blaze Rose Bush
Blaze

 

Blaze, you seemed to be the perfect rose for late springtime.
They told me you would bloom repeatedly from early summer to fall.
How excited I was to bring you home and introduce you to my garden!
Your  profile showed no negatives.
You were:
Shade tolerant,
Resistant to rust,
Had moderate  thorns,
And could be trained to climb.
What a keeper!
You certainly seemed to be the prize rose bush!
I planted you and waited eagerly for those profuse semi-double red blooms–but they  never came…
Day after day you sat there drinking my water and eating my food
without  so much as a bud appearing.
I reread your profile to see if  I had missed something,
but  all I saw were more amazing attributes :
Grows quickly,
Blooms profusely,
Brings forth thousands of flowers,
Brilliant scarlet red clusters,
So easy to grow it is recommended as a gardeners first rose .
Such amazing attributes do not fit you, the Blaze in my backyard .
You certainly are not a vigorous grower. What is wrong?
Each day you seem to get weaker.
I don’t want to give up on you,
but  you seem to have given up on yourself.
The more I try to make you grow, the  less you do.
“Talk to him more” mom said.
” Tell him you really care about him.
Encourage him to grow because you know he can.
Start listing all the attributes he has.
Tell him you believe he will become a beautiful blooming bush someday.
Try it and see what happens” she said.

I did. I tried. I talked. I cared.
You grew. You flourished. You became what you were created to be,

a Blaze of scarlet in my backyard and the first rose to bloom this spring !

(Written about Laura Jae’s  little late bloomer, Blaze, rose bush.
He is a living testimony that we should never give up on anyone.

For as long as there is life there is hope and with love, care and encouragement,
people, as well as rose bushes, will usually grow and bloom profusely to reach their God ordained destiny. )

Leona J. Atkinson
05-13-13