This is my first attempt at participating in the Sunday Whirl. I'm late to the game; this is Whirl #668. The goal is to use all the words posted in your prose or poem.
Here are the words for Whirl #668:
bliss leaping memory particles arms breath story
pieces heartache beings thunder called
I used them all, but does my prose/poem make any sense? I'm not sure...
I'm using a photograph of my delicate Garlic Chive Blossoms to inspire the prose. The plant is just now beginning to bloom. A heavy rainstorm threatens our area for later in the day, and I wonder if the stems will stand up to the rain. So here goes my attempt at Sunday Whirl---
Spiky arms hold white flowers aloft
rewarding the leap out of
heat-drenched soil.
Bliss-kissed blossoms
a memory of Autumn's scattered seed
called into being by particles of sun,
the warming breath of spring winds.
Oh, the heartache of threatening thunder
an unforgiving deluge ending the story
shattering the dream into pieces
before its begun.
Gorgeous garlic. We call it wild garlic over here and it grows in the woods, I usually pick it between April and May :-D
ReplyDeleteI love it. It is supposed to be a chive variety also, but it is very thick in the stem. I'm going to try and use it in some soups this year. I can imagine it does naturalize. I have a few clumps that just appeared this Spring a few feet away from the original. Thanks for stopping by the blog and the comment.
ReplyDeleteAll of a sudden I can smell it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, at the moment I am sitting only about fifteen feet away from where it is growing outside of the porch. I can't smell it, but I surely can admire it. It is really pretty for an herb. Early this morning I took a photo of it in the last of the moonlight.
DeleteWell done! I love the photo.
ReplyDeleteThank you. They look even prettier today.
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