Hollyhocks Rock

Hollyhocks bloom like pretty ladies 

with too much Rouge... 

All dressed up with bright pink Pearls. 

looking for high school sweethearts... 

Flowers that dance the Jitterbug  

when the Band plays "Ain't no Mountain 

High enough... just call my name" ... 

Every muscle moves in every groove 

when Vinyl records were stacked high 

we could really dance the Jitterbug... 

Care to give it a try ???  

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Greetings from across the pond Pat. I need to put on my dancing shoes and get in the groove. Yes your words rock. You also gave me a wonderful memory. Nothing much grew in my Nan's backyard. Her house in the shadow of the arches and electric trains, however there was one hollyhock that came back every year and grew so tall. It was taller than me and a deep cerise colour. A little bit of brightness in a yard of darkness. Thank you this morning for memories of flowers and music. So uplifting a read. Thank you my friend.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... love the story about your Aunt’s Holly Hock ... taller than you. Lol.
My Aunt Mary in War, West Virginia, raised her two children very close to the Railroad track that ran through the one street town of War. They all survived. My father’s brother had a Shoe Repair Shop in town where he walked to work every day.
Mary was married to my Dad’s brother.
My folks moved to Maryland where I grew up. We lived close to Washington, D.C.
Thanks for sharing your story. I also like the flower Foxglove, but it can be fatal if eaten.
truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Yes I know the foxglove is poisonous Pat, but it does give lovely memories. Thank you for sharing. Makes me smile :)

[Lea Sheryn]

I would love to give it a try.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lea... you made me smile... I was never allowed to dance because of a father who was fanatical; however, my grandmother danced and romanced.
Flowers sway in the breeze and so do I.
I appreciate your review. A bit of Jazz
Will do you no harm. gently, Pat

[Lea Sheryn]

I love to dance! It's an expression of the soul...and so much fun!

[Betty Hermelee]

Another great metaphor; hollyhocks are like people; they like to dress up, wear pearls, look for high school sweethearts, and groove and move their muscles to vinyl records, especially the jitterbug! And I remember all those moves as a teenager....lovely poem Pat. Best, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... I adore your review. Actually it is all fantasy to me. I was raised in a Religious school where we did not have dances, so now later in life, I feel more free to celebrate life with dancing to music that has a rhythm. I did see a Lady Jitterbug, and every muscle moved. Thank you for your generous review. truly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Of course, I love your poems, so creative!

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss the day of dances. Looking good and dancing to the old songs. Those were the days dear Pat. Hello dear friend, I hope you are doing well. Thank you for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... I had a feeling you might enjoy this poem. Music 🎶 does get your body moving and it is a pleasure to feel the rhythm of music. So far we have not had fevers or the Virus. I hope we will continue to be safe. Love your sensual poetry and how you love to dance 💃 by the Sea. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like this one dear Pat. Best days, dancing and good song.

[barleygirl]

This is my favorite poem of yours in a long time & it's becuz I've been in a nostalgia warp lately, ever since a high school friend posted some party pics from the 1970's. This goes hand in hand with my own reminiscing lately. I am in love with all your details, which bring this baby alive! Set this on fire! You've killed it with nostalgic references. I love how you start with the hollyhock & I was imagining how there would be those who scorn the ones that stand out (rather than conforming) & this poem is rocking a big howdy-doooo to all those that shake their tail feathers with a flamboyant flourish (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... you are so full of life and energy...
I am thrilled that you liked this fun with moves that
would beat egg whites perfectly for Lemon Meringue Pie. Life is full of dances that would make a difference if only we would move and tumble around
obstacles that are only road blocks for progress.
tenderly, Pat

[Neville]

Your words today made me sway easy, more like a tall reed in a light breeze than attempt the fandango... I guess I'm more of a funky chicken kinda guy than a full on jive geezer... love to watch the salsa and waltz tho..

Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Nev... I am more of a hummingbird that flutters
when I hear the music... too busy sipping nectar to
dance around a daisy or violet. Wishing you the best as the days are longer... and sunsets longer. gently, Pat

[Neville]

fluttering does it for me every time Pat :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Reminds me of Peter Pan and Tinker Belle.... wishing you well.. Pat

[Neville]

same to you my friend :)

[Fran Marie]

O h boy Pat..i can
relate ..ive done
more jitterbugging
back in the day.
Poodle skirts ..pearls
and rouge rocked those
LP vinyl records..like
the personaification
of the hollyhocks..ive
grown of few of those
along with peonies
and hybicus..flowers
really do have a dance
all their own..your poetry
rocks with a cool breezy beat

Nice work Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran... I am twitterpated to think of how fascinating your Jitterbug would be... with your Poodle skirt cut on the bias to enable the swaying with every move. Thank you for sharing the picture in your mind of days when we could rock with a cool breezy beat. tenderly, Pat

[Unspoken poet]

flowers dance like the jitterbug, love that line
This is so good. Really enjoyed this write

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kay-T... I appreciate your charming review.
truly, Pat

[Lorry]

Ah rouge, You don't see enough rouge these days. I seem to remember it being more prevelant in my youth and imagine tipsy aunties at a social gathering (remember those?), with drink in hand and twinkle in eye. I always got extra pocket money at these events, which I completely put down to rouge and not drunkenness 😀
And real, actual vinyl too! (go on kids, look it up on wikipedia)
It's probably the one good thing we can thank hipsters for keeping alive. Cd and download sound way too surgical and the odd skip only added to the atmosphere.
Ahh, I think I'll spend the rest of the day reminiscing.... Sigh 😀

[Patricia Wedel]

Lorry ... and then there is the “man” who is a Rogue... but that is another poem... glad I spelled Rouge correctly in my poem. Thanks for your review... love that the “skip on the vinyl only added to the atmosphere”.
Yes, we do go back a ways... and the present times are always “the best of times and the worst of times” from the book “The Tale of Two Cities”. It is best to be thankful that things are not worse than they are.
Knock on Wood” !!! Pat

[Papaya]

Delightful. I can see them swaying with a gentle breeze.
I've never danced the jitterbug bug but it looks like fun!!!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ana... The Jitterbug is almost like “shake, rattle and roll” but more specific.
Definitely an art to get your motor running.
Hollyhocks to rock and I love the Country version of Jitterbugging in the Garden. Thanks for sitting on a log beside the graceful Gladiolas. Gently, Pat