No Room For Flowers

Some apple flowers in an early stage

Some apple flowers in an early stage (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The flowerbed
is waiting there for me
to dig and rearrange and spread
its contents gently ’round the apple tree.
But I must wait
until the rain dries up
and when it does, a likely fate–
the bed provides a place for little pup
to sleep. No flower grows
beside the puppy’s nose.

 

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

 

 

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JUST LIKE MY GRANNY

Château de Cheverny, Loir-et-Cher, France - ga...

Château de Cheverny, Loir-et-Cher, France – gardens, lupines and peonies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She was a blossom picked for God‘s bouquet,
my mama said regarding Granny Crete.
Then Mama planted peonies in clay
with hope they would survive the summer heat.

Pale pink
starched cotton
the dress I wore
to church that day.

The preacher said that Heaven is a place
where loved ones go to be with God and wait.
And now my mama is there waiting, too.
She was a blossom picked for God’s bouquet.

C Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols

Dorsimbra pattern. Published in Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas Anthology

Senryu or Haiku?

She said it.
He said it.
I read it.
Therefore, it must be true–
my senryu is a haiku.
So who ever knew
that one was
and the other was not?
Surely not I
and certainly not me
and now I’m blue
as blue can be
because my haiku
is not my senryu.

 

c Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols