Gardenia and Oleander
dust of my beginnings,
verdant islands,
quest
of galleon ghosts,
once again I come
as the monsoon wind,
await
my incessant rains —
wet stars
fall from twilight skies,
miniscule
as grains of rice,
luminous cocoons
of vaporous rainbows —
drenched fingers gather
gardenia and oleander,
ripened petals fall
upon the pebbled soil,
soundless
amidst the water
splashes.
by D. G. V. © 2012
*** Photography by Matthew Simon @flickr
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Ahhh………you had me at Oleander. This piece was filled with emotion pooling beneath the water falls………emerging with each splash. WOW! I keep reading it over and am swept away every time. Thank you for this. I love it, Dee. ~ Always, Bobbie
Thank you, Bobbie. I am so glad you like the poem, and you expound upon it so marvelously. I am honored and humbled by your words. Love, Dee
Very pretty poem – monsoon rains pelt so hard petals capsize! k.
Thank you so much! I like how you liken petals to boats capsizing. Brilliant thought! D
I don’t normally say this as it sounds like a cliche – but I really immersed in these words. Lovely, Dee and thank you – Eric 🙂
Thank you so much, Eric. Sounds like a pun, too — “immersed in the monsoon rains”. Clever, clever. – Dee 🙂
Wonderful. And yes, our poems…strange that we should be on similar paths. Really fine work – every step well guided, and being tactile, I really appreciate your ability to allow your words a feel of the surroundings – well done.
I’m so encouraged by how you felt about the poem, Sandra, especially about it being “tactile”. My heartfelt thanks. Dee
Beautiful imagery…man, words are so powerful.
How true, Lester — words are indeed so powerful, and it is within our grasp to use them. As always, thank you for your encouraging comments. Dee
what a beautiful choice of words. i love it. very tender feeling.
Thank you so much, Lorna. I am so glad you like this. Blessings! Dee
Beautiful…we are both moved by the falling petals…thank you, Ellen
Yes, that’s exactly what came to my mind when I read your beautiful poem of petals falling on wood. Thank you, Ellen. Blessings, Dee