A Fool for You: Lilies of the Valley

lilies of the valley
promises of youth
white lies

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Weekly Wikems. June.

Hello, everyone,

hope all's well with you.

It's Thursday, feel like writing a wikem?

Frederic Leighton's "Flaming June" is in New York through Sept. 6 at the Frick Collection. Visit her if you get a chance.

"Why it's called 'Flaming June,' no one knows."   
For the review that with authority "dismembers" the painting, this line is an acknowledgement of defeat.

I say, thank goodness we don't know everything. Let's enjoy the painting.

And let's talk about June today.

Here's my wikem:

GEMINI 

"...due to the precession of the equinoxes, June begins with the sun in the astrological sign of Gemini..." (Wikipedia) 

She's flaming June, she's you, the fleeting youth
wrapped in the gauze of time, a lucid dream,
the waking orange sun, reposing truth,
she's all that you may see, all things that seem
to be within your grasp, an ancient tune
forever young, she's you, she's flaming June. 



Look forward to your poems.

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy") 

November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 25

 

Fall’s drawing to a close…bewildered trees

Tread softly on the mantle that has slipped

Off their hunched shoulders. Beggars-mem’ries tease

And taunt the yester emperors now stripped

Of glorious crowns and all they used to own–

Or thought they did–when summer would enthrone

And serve with teenage passion of July

Their perfect bodies and exuberant youth

But summer’s gone. Impressed upon the sky

The trees stand raw and naked like the truth.

I wish they knew how beautiful they are

In their November majesty by far

Exceeding the presumptuous royal green

Back in the day they flaunted, wish they saw

Through summer, saw July for what it’s been–

A kid, no more–I wish they knew. In awe

I read their bark, the weathered wisdom of

The aging trees who’ve learned to live and love.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 18

Just yesterday fall wore a sullen face

And braced herself for winter, packed away

The sun, and let the stormy clouds embrace

Her trembling form…but look at her today

Her smile is back, she flaunts the sun again

The fallen out of fashion yester rain

Lies crumpled and forgotten neath her feet

She laughs, and shines, she is no more than sweet

Sixteen, or even younger, barefoot girls

She’s one of them, ‘tween time and space she twirls…

Do not disturb her, let her dance until

The land is clothed in white, and all is still.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 2

Youth must be English, for she leaves without goodbyes

You turn around and suddenly you realize

That she is gone, and she has taken summers with her

And autumn weather settles in

Where youth has been

You’re left dumbfounded, in a trance for quite a while

You wear a boyishly defiant little smile

As in the middle of July the leaves are falling

You keep refusing to believe

That she would leave

And even when you know it’s true you hope some day

Some full of summer, irresistible sun day

The day of handless clocks that keep what once was ours

The lazy hours that slowly burn

She will return

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy") 

prompted by Poetic Asides

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