amaranthine

inspiration from Redamancy Lit.

I’m digging in the flowerbed
pulling dead weeds
sifting through the loamy soil
strong fingers breaking clumps
renewal
as I glory in the sun
warm on my back
stroking my hair
with heated fingers

I dig holes
fertilize
plant the bulbs deep

they will bloom
after a time
standing tall, strong
amaranthine blossoms
vivid against the
cerulean horizon
and I’ll water them
with clandestine tears

I tend the garden-
your eyes blue
your shirt red-
amaranthine, my love,
even as you walk away.

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sustainabilitea
    Apr 23, 2013 @ 01:07:47

    Just wanted to let you know that when I’ve gotten the last several email notices from your blog, when I click on the title and come to the blog, it says that poem isn’t found. So I have to find it on the “leftovers” menu.

    janet

    Reply

  2. simonhlilly
    Apr 23, 2013 @ 08:02:54

    Pre-Raphaelite, even…

    Reply

  3. billgncs
    Apr 23, 2013 @ 20:56:42

    I teased her with carrots
    she stood taller, proudly proffered auburn
    have I wasted amaranthine

    Reply

  4. Ray Sharp
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 02:10:52

    very beautiful, miss mims, a personal favorite

    Reply

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