Tears and Sun – Repost (with something new)

I am reposting this poem and illustration – adding a painting of my mom’s, which I had never seen before last night. It is so very different from mine; I even think it fits my poem better.

And before the month is out, I just had to post something from June!

Yellow RoseFind me a yellow rose
In bud and blossom
and withering too;
Give me its thorny prose
needing tears and sun
with nothing to do.

Leave me its secret blush
hiding love and loss
and dried up hope;
Compare me to its hush
speaking true and false
with a heart to cope.

There in the garden
to live without picking;
red rose to pardon
that drinks without sipping.

Vase and Yellow Roses by June resized

Copyright 2013 by Diane’s mom, June

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Chance to Win A House Near Luccoli Audio Book

Announcement:

All Things That Matter Press

Audio Book Give-a-way Contest

This week’s audio book give-a-way is

my historical fiction

A House Near Luccoli

A House Near Luccoli Audio Book

Contest question wll be presented  on the June 27th broadcast Capture the Magic of Life through Music and Inner Healing @ 9PM EDT.

To attend Live Broadcast or listen to Pod Cast click on: It Matters.

Deadline to enter is July 3rd, 7:00 PM EDT.

To enter: listen to the Live Show or Podcast, answer this week’s question by clicking here  and putting the answer in the message area of the It Matters Contact Form. Hit send and you’re entered!

You may be the lucky winner, so tune in and be a part of the It Matters Family!

And I’ll let you in on a little secret: I will be making an appearance … such as I can on radio!

Summer Solstice

Summer Solstice resized

Enter summer

in ladies slippers

to walk through clover;

dressed in being

with tortoiseshell adornment

and sighing

all the fashion –






Scarlet Pimpernel Page 30its blush lasting

only as long as the day.


Happy Solstice
Summer or Winter!
Wherever you are,
have a magical day!









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The Man Who Gave Me Flowers

I was feeling sorry for myself when I thought of the man who gave me flowers.

He said very little, saw such a lot, couldn’t read but was a master of growing.

He had barely avoided being lost in a mine shaft and had suffered a nervous breakdown over climbing ladders; but in retirement he made a real living out of pottering and obsessing—never lonelier, never happier, never available to anything but his bliss.

His specialties were sweet peas and chrysanthemums, the latter daisy-like or pompon-shaped and enormous like the inedible onions he also won prizes for. But the former were unwritten poetry: long-stemmed, crepe-papery, candy-colored and as sweetly scented.

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

He sowed them early and prayed for gentle rain, cool sunshine and uneventful nights. He trained them up bamboo poles, tying them loosely so it was their idea to reach upwards. Suckers were cut off, which bothered him a little but ensured long strong stems; so were the tendrils that could make a mess of his plans. As the buds appeared he shielded them against the weather; as they blossomed he cut and arranged them in green metal vases with narrow bases and wide brims. The first crop over, he knew how to get another, folding the stalks down, a trick that fooled them into thinking they had to begin again.

They brought him visitors, a little cash (kept under his mattress) and a lot of praise, satisfaction and disbelief, and frustration because he couldn’t bear to waste his time on such things.

He never made me feel unwelcome, giving me a special bouquet he had put aside.  I had nothing to say but “thank you, it’s beautiful.”

All I really knew of him were the flowers he gave me.

I have sweet peas in my garden now, allowed free reign by my laziness, with suckers and tendrils, reaching and falling, rain soaked and wind broken, encouraged and burned by the sun, yet somehow as perfect as the ones he grew.

About that he maintains a heavenly silence.



In Memoriam (About my late father-in-law, 2005) (if you click on link, please scroll down …)

Bill Denton, retired groundskeeper (Wroxton), died on September 20, 2004. He joined Wroxton College in 1976 and worked on the Abbey grounds with his son, Robert Denton, groundskeeper (Wrox), until his retirement in 1999.

(I believe he was nearly 100 when he died … worked gardening on the Wroxton Abbey estate in Oxfordshire, England until he was about 94.)

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Yellow Flags

A winding road
had brought me back
to yellow flags
that grew the sun
out of the rain.
Forgetfulness
had left them there
to multiply
like bread and fish
for proof of faith.
Again I paused
and passed them by
golden moments
waving me on
without farewell.
Page 34 from A Friendship with Flowers ©

Page 34 from A Friendship with Flowers ©

The image is a page from my illustrated flower journal
A Friendship with Flowers
available on amazon.com with free shipping.
Also at amazon.co.uk.
And on Amazon in Canada, France, Germany, Italy and Spain.

Cover Front Only Image

Video courtesy of wvoutdoorman’s channel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaBN8JR-LWQ

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