A Poem For Unsung Flowers Poem by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR

Outspread with vibrant colors,
Like flamingo dancers in spectacular pose;
The Birds Of Paradise, seems majestic,
On a flight to the heavens!
Laughing in assorted colors, the Asters,
Like splattered arcs of rainbows;
Attractive and tinted, they wrap over walks;
In Greek, you are a Beautiful Star.

Standing tall, Jack- In-The- Pulpit, marked in black and white stripes;
What a Zebra mock up! She could beckon a second look.
As white as a dove, a pinnacle of purity.
If braided, the Blood Roots are like clouds on a bower.
The Blue stars in rich thickets, nodding without a chime,
Exotic as a crown, for a May Day queen.

Lady Stratheden and Mrs Bradshaw!
Petite, pretty and dotting the green foliage;
You recline enchanting, as on a painted canvas.
A spread of heart shaped purple dollops;
Like icicles of wine hanging on a prostrate stream.
You are red not, and bleed not; yet Bleeding Heart you are!

When the sun kissed Balloon flower pops!
She opens startling Purple, violet, blue and pink.
The Basket of Gold sprawls- amidst rock gardens, tumbling over walls;
Like a sun’s rays cascading down the path.
Garden Mums, like all great mothers, is one-of-a kind,
Passionate, distinctive and divine;
And emerge tranquil in a water bowl,
With a candle in the midst - sublime!

Bat Flowers, Beard Tongue, Bloody Butcher and Black Eyed Susans!
Your menacing names, sorrows my heart.
Your radiance lacquers the landscape to glitter.
You deserve to be rechristened;
With glorious sensuous themes.
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Blue Himalayan poppies, your blissful stance mesmerizes the inner being;
Mystical in nature’s bounty, are you flying the Birds of Paradise?
I am flaked with the Dalmatian Toadflax,
You are nowhere close to a mammal or amphibian;
Orange, Red blooms stand upright, in oblivion…
The Chocolate Flowers is anyone’s delight,
Velvety dark and chocolate scented;
Ornamental, you sway in cosmic summer;
Attracting species and gazers, enchanted.

Oh you Impatient Flower! Thriving under shades,
You shoot too soon for all to see,
Like vibrant silk threads parade;
For season’s long; carpeted beneath trees.
Creeping Phlox displays a riot of lavenders;
Clambering over slopes, and rambling over rocks;
The blanket of camouflage can stop one in their tracks.
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Love is always matched with Red and measured with a Rose
Why can’t this passion, for blue be proposed?
And present pretty little Forget –Me-Not’s
As all True lovers unite and knot! !