There is something satisfying in creating an abstract that inspires a haiku. The photo uses a mirror effect. My hands (at the top) were caught in the image as I was photographing an expiring red tulip.
Tag: tulips
Bouquet for Her #poetry #photography
I circled her fresh face with my fingertips
ruby red were her luscious lips
spring her blossom ever green
awaken not from this dream
summer harsh it takes the glow
dew’s gone, nothing will grow
our love languish in her eyes
robbing heat I ever despise
colors change, bouquet of woe
her faded lips her time I know
nothing lasts, she is so pale
catch the fall, of her I’ve failed
brightens my day
seasons flow like water
can’t catch red petals
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Appreciation. I have a recent love of red tulips. Sadly tulips do not last.
Under the Tulip Tree #poetry
Two lips meet beneath spring
dancing in moon’s light
love is serenading
each day appears more bright
years pass, colors fade
hands once always clasped
feelings stored
in moth eaten past
Under pink blossoms
veiled in a mist
am I your joy
or prefer love desist
I can no more see
what you meant to say
in eyes that once told me
more than two lips conveyed
Sharing this Spring poem with Poets Pantry
Photography by Moondust Designs
Raping Spring #poetry
The loss of the Idyllic and ideal in a moment … such is Rape
another flower was trampled just the other day
beautiful, young, bright like spring
a temptation to the taker
taunting her
brushing aginst her bloom
smelling her
but not too close
until the right time
when she would …
open her beauty for him
desire his praise
a draught so sweet
he sipped deeply
then tore the petals
threw them away
walking down the pathway
toward the next fresh tulip
Thanks to over at Cherish Words for the beautiful Tulip photograph
penned in moon dust 
