Yellow

Beauty

primroses gone disrespectedly wild, spilling 

bright an' beautiful sans a single respect

for human discipline!

gorgeously gorgeous their gift, their glow -

recently sprinkled with new-born rain,

petals bravely glistening just so

with mock hazel surprise, the dawn sleeps

whilst thrush reveilles a scene as lover

hovers closer,  laughs,  then peeps   

I want, I must  fall on my hands an' knees,

madly lap their honeyed manna an' mead 

sheltered 'neath shadowy trees

my visitor, a right ruffians, frowns, winks,

shakes index, 'Wretched things, they're

like fingers, get everywhere!' 

not for me to argue, we walk a slow while..

we pause; his head lowers, 'Looks like Cornish

butter blobs,' whispers, licks lips 

can't stop laughing 'though easily would, 

desperate to remind him that glory is carried

by wind, bird or man, or wilful root

in other words: a garden's FREE as the air, 

free as a bird sat on a bough - free to smile

a gentleman's lips sans a guarded care   

nearer this tall adventurer close, enchanted 

he at liberty's allowance, notices my blush,

gazing at its admission 

Reviews

[Writergurl]

This is amazing, love the imagery as well.
Such a beautiful write.

[Poetic Beauty]

Prime rose are one of the early spring flowers that give color and life to the garden in the early thawing days. They do spread like wildfire, much like our emotions and but also our emotions give beauty and give life.
I love the walk through the garden with the companion. It seems peaceful and exciting at the same time. Maybe even a hint of romance or friendship.

[Montana ~ Arthur Henn]

This poem is a celebration of the beauty and resilience of nature, specifically the wild primroses that are described as spilling their bright and beautiful petals without regard for human discipline. Emma, your admiration for the flowers is evident in their use of language, such as "lovely gift," "yellow merry mob," and "richness, both - manna an' mead delicious."

The poem also includes a humorous interaction with a retired military visitor who disapproves of the wild primroses because they "get everywhere." Your response is to smile and nod, not arguing with the visitor, but then later to remind him that the seeds are carried by wind, bird, or man, and are therefore free to spread as they please.

Your poem is a charming and playful tribute to the joy and beauty of nature, with a gentle reminder that we should appreciate and respect the wildness and freedom of the natural world.

It is still winter here and spring season is fruitfully slow at budding in trying to bloom. The spring season is a short window to harvest in the summer season, here in Montana.

[emmajoygreen]

You've rread my words so thoroughly and left the kindest comments, Arthur, thank you so very much. Is great to 'hear' from you.. and so hope life in Montana is everything you wanted. Take care, keep safe, sir. :)

[Montana ~ Arthur Henn]

You are welcome, Emm

[emmajoygreen]

Sending a smile.. Must away to Drwamland now. Take care.

[Light and ashes]

I love your patience with the old man. This is a lovely and enjoyable write.

[Light and ashes]

That is very mature and accepting of you.
He might have said, yes! You never know.

[Vol]

I hope you convert at least seven Philistines who know nothing of walking in beauty, perhaps if any read this, they will repent their evil ways and enjoy their Cornish butter blobs, and free birds, not to mention their manna and mead.

[emmajoygreen]

Not here to convert but there again, if it helps a spirit to feel free.. who am I to deny it, Vol! Many thank yous, sir.

[Vol]

Emma,
it should be your goal to convert the blind to sight, the walking dead to life... In that vein, of all the Moderns, I like D.H. Lawrence best. His answer to the fragmented world of western civilization was the best. Living a sensual life, paying attention to beauty both micro and macro, to be aware in every moment of any evidence of intensity, whether pain or pleasure... being ALIVE all the time is something that speaks to me, feeds my core.
Vol

[Coyote Poetry]

Michigan Winter left late. Only my tulips are standing tall, almost ready to bloom. I planted black/purple roses in my garden this year. They are doing well. I have English read and white roses in my yard already. I enjoyed the poetry dear Emma. I am retired now and a lot of time to make the garden grow. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[emmajoygreen]

hELLO AND good sunday morning! I do hope you enjoy retirement in your garden, once there you can lose yourself, always some little thing to do.. but the reward will last and last and last.
Your roses will last you too, read up on how to look after, if you don't know already of course.. know you're a man who loves the creation in all its colours and moods. Added to all that, many thanks for your kind words.. the primroses are still beautiful, as some fade, others flourish. Take care of yourself, lov e to the little ones probably growing up fast nowadays. Keep safe, friend. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Emma. My garden doing good. My Sun flower plants are peeking out and the tulips are showing. You are welcome my dear friend. I love your work.

[Sami Khalil]

A lovely walk with a visitor in this lovely garden with all its gifts, especially the primrose; a sight to see and behold.
It is the whole package wrapped up in your wonderfully described poem.

[emmajoygreen]

Thank you yuet again for such a generous review, Sami. Wish I could share the sight of all the primroses on the grass,,, must feed my pics ontline and so very soon, Hope you're smiling through a happy and peaceful weekend, my friend

[Sami Khalil]

All wonderful and worthy. You do the same.

[Crowley]

lol...Cornish Butter Bobs, that made me laugh out loud. I am in love with gardens, our Irisis, tulips and other assorted flowers went crazy this year. I have dedicated some art pieces to trips to Kitchener Gardens and Butchart Gardens, those places were magical. I loved the last stanza, made me feel free. Great work Emma!!

[emmajoygreen]

What a super kind review, Crowley, thank you so much. Gardens, simple, wild, grand, formal are small heavens on earth.. meander, look and peace just wraps the spirt.. magic! So sez a would be landscaper weather and covid permitting!

[John the Baptist]

The next to last verse states an important truth about nature. The gorgeous appearance of plants and flowers is about more than show. By attracting pollinators, they assure the continuance of the species and its benefits to all. But yes, they sure are nice to look at, too.

[emmajoygreen]

I make a point every nautmn and pre Spring to check my pollinating plants... they draw in bees and other insects that are better than any lab made remedy!!!! Many thanks for such a fine reviews, I sense a keen enthusiast, spirit and more.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“even on dark days,clouds crowd the
sky with moody tweed but smile at
the yellow merry mob “
Dear Emma, your bright and sunny words dazzle the page and your humor brings a wide smile. Primroses and military men do not mix-ha! Beautiful, uplifting imagery of these fields of wildflowers that gird the skirts of Lady Spring. Primroses, dandelions, heather, Queen Ann’s Lace….all bejewel the roadsides now. My grandmother used to run down into the roadside beside the highway near our apartment building in Bronx, New York, and expertly pick dandelions to cook the greens for us for dinner. She carried the lovely yellow blooms in her tied-up white apron. She grew up in Bari, a very poor and rural part of southern Italy, where food was scarce and wildflower greens were a staple to be much appreciated. Thank you for bringing back this precious memory of my beloved grandmother. Love this! Beautiful writing as always- Brava!

[emmajoygreen]

Your review is a poem in itself.. in fact: am madly envious! Many thank yous, dear Annette, as ever always, I love this time of year, yet never know the grass to be so full of colour and joy. Is like an invasion... iof only they could always be as welcone to take up permanent residence. That saidm, who knows might have a field olf primrises and no grass next year!

News of your grandmother is just wonderful, what
a wonderfully wise lady taking time to pick and produce such nourishment from the dandelions. If only more of today's ladies remembered the past, saved their pennies and experimented (carefully) with wild plants. Such a plant has been part of the remedy for heart disease since... Take care of yourself, dear 'dopeted mum and dear friend.
Smiling across space, wishing we could sit closs and laugh about.. anything. xx

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Love you my Emma. Some more not so good news on this end. Coping, being positive, optimistic. This is a time of hard trials for us...

[emmajoygreen]

Sending you hug and prayers and more. So wish we lived on the same continent, dear, dear lady. Blessings galore.. and love.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

❤️🙏❤️🙏❤️🙏❤️xo………