Our white Geranium has some rogue petals that I like a lot.
The lovely Mr S noticed some interesting vapour trails in the sky this morning.
This poem pleases me. I hope you like it too. I find it quite delicious!
Pretty Words by Elinor Morton Wylie
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds:
Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
Come to my hand, and playful if I wish,
Or purring softly at a silver dish,
Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds.
I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.
commonprose
July 10, 2016 at 7:27 pm
“Rogue petals.” Nice.
mybeautfulthings
July 10, 2016 at 9:39 pm
🙂
babyjill7...Marilyn Griffin
July 9, 2016 at 6:00 pm
nice poem!
saymber
July 7, 2016 at 3:05 pm
Beautiful poem and Geranium….and you guys get those trails too huh?! Wow!
mybeautfulthings
July 8, 2016 at 11:13 am
Glad you liked the poem. On a clear day we get the trails but today is too cloudy. They do make some lovely patterns. 🙂
Our Growing Paynes
July 7, 2016 at 1:48 pm
Thanks for sharing the poem. Lovely.