margaretbednar365.blogspot.com (Of Verse, Poesy & Odes) is for poetic challenges and poems that may still be unfinished. Poems have been "nurtured, weeded, and snipped" from that blog, uprooted and transplanted to Drops of Black Ink; poems I consider "in full bloom" Poems can be searched for by subject by selecting and perusing "Categories" below. MOST POSTS ARE ACCOMPANIED BY A SOUND CLOUD AUDIO OF ME READING MY POEM.
"because a red geranium has blossomed open." Carilda Olivar Labra
Grandma's red roses nest my earliest memories of sisters and me seated beneath fragrant blooms, white trellis a backdrop for Polaroid images now faded with a time
when Grandma sat and enjoyed evening's breeze while we balanced blocks sky high, tested sidewalk's freedom in front of her small red house, unsuccessfully tried to quiet childish country voices.
Earthy and safe was the scent of her yard, clothes wrung and hung on t-post line, grass tickled bare feet as we picked cherries from gnarled trees; impatiently waited for warm tart pies with buttery crust.
Drove by her house long after she'd passed, years after I'd married. Gone, the splash of reds which made Grandma's house stand out. Had to circle 'round twice to be sure.
To this day wish I had a green thumb; thank heaven for my hardy scalloped lace-leaved flowers that last all summer long, give me that dash of color I'll always crave.
Palm a poem as if fragile
even if the words are bold.
Let them sink into your skin
as if moonlight,
let them flow through your veins
until they become ordinary
for only then will we know
by Margaret Bednar