Thursday, September 28, 2006

Poetry Thursday


This weeks prompt is to use synaesthetes "experience colors when they hear, read or even think of letters and numbers. For others, words can trigger a real sensation of taste on their tongue. There are numerous types of synaesthesia, and they can involve all senses - vision, hearing, touch, taste and smell." My husband's accidental chrysanthemum bush was my inspiration because we can't take our eyes off it. For Dave :)

Chrysanthemums

I remember when you were small and pretty
but the seasons changed, covering
you in heavy snow smothering
you in a silent death,


so I replaced you.
And planted a circle of pansies
to adorn the bird bath.
Spring had arrived


playing it’s symphony in color
as the bulbs surfaced, like a delicate string,
and learning their song as they rose
I could hear,


the music beginning to tune in rhythm,
with tulips in purples and daffodils in
yellows, and the greens of grass all
together again.


Then I noticed,
unusual stalks of green that had no
song, but kept growing long past
the sounds of spring, smothering the
pansies and growing up the bird bath.


As fall arrived you were to be the final piece,
and as your stalks began to bloom, I remembered
your old song smothered in white.
You emerged triumphant and tall, your color sang
to me brilliantly, loud and clear,
a solo, to end the year.
Bravo.



17 comments:

pepektheassassin said...

BRAVO! (Bloggers bad today. Hope you get this...) And what a cool birdbath, too. Does it SNOW there? My brother's family and my dad and mom used to live there, and I don't remember any snow....

Anonymous said...

That is the most beautiful poem, Tammy. I love this: "and learning their song as they rose"--each of us learns our song as we grow.

You're in fine form today (which is more than I can say for Blogger...yet again...)

Anonymous said...

That is the most beautiful poem, Tammy. I love this: "and learning their song as they rose"--each of us learns our song as we grow.

You're in fine form today (which is more than I can say for Blogger...yet again...)

clare said...

I love the strong sense of time passing and things coming round again - the way there is snow at the beginning and then again at the end - it's comforting and there are some lovely lines: 'your old song covered in white' The mix of sound and vision works very well.

Anonymous said...

Great poem babe,I loved the part about them being the final piece.The yard grew in a symphony of color this year and has nature would have it one of the biggest and brightest was of no part of mine.I loved the part about it being triumphant and tall.I remember everyone telling me to cut them out of the yard earlier because there were no flowers,just a bush.Glad we waited..Love Dave

rachel said...

Tammy, lovely words to describe the summer in your garden. Wish I could be as greenfingered as you guys are

tinker said...

I can almost see, feel and smell the chrysanthemum! Good job, lady!
Oh, my gosh - I had to scroll back up to tell you the coolest synchronicity, you know the word verification thingy? Guess what it was? Sown wild!!! Just like your chrysanthemum - lol
Isn't that wild?!?

Deb R said...

I love that you included photos with the poem. That's so cool!

Turquoise CRO said...

I think chrysanthemums is my birthday flower! I LOVE them and yours and Dave's are Beauty Full!!! That is breath taking! Do you get a lot of humming birds?!!! Sweet poem too! Sweet Dreams cupcake! xoxo

pepektheassassin said...

Sown wild! That's awesome! Maybe an awesome title for the poem...or for another!

Nic Sebastian said...

This was a great read, nice pacing. Favorite moment:

"unusual stalks of green that had no song" - love it!

All best, Nic

gracie said...

I've seen your smiling face in the comments around blogville.. but finally visited... to find a rare flower here. I've spent all morning admiring it (i.e. i've read your entire blog!!) Wonderful haikus, humour, honesty and happiness.. thank you for sharing the way you do. You have inspired me on a day that I really needed it.

Colorsonmymind said...

Terrific Poem and what a beautiful birdbath.

Love to you

Amber said...

That is so, SO beautiful, Tammy!

Did you read my scribble on this subject?

:)

Catherine said...

That's an amazing chrysanthemum bush! The poem is beautiful, too

betty said...

wow! so beautiful!!

Bedazzzled1 said...

Glorious photographs and poem, Tammy. I do so love to read your poetry. It is real.

Love~
Nikki