Showing posts with label gladiolus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gladiolus. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

A Purple Stem (Nature Poem)

A purple stem


To
Many it’s just a cut flower
Just a stem of gladiolus
But, for me
It has been a friend
Of decades
Once our garden
Had a patch, nay
A crop of 30 – 40
Gladioli!
Mostly they were 
Of purple hue, with silky
Texture
They’d last there almost two months 
In the front yard
Next to the driveway
Dancing in the wind
Glistening with the pearly
Raindrops
Year after year
They blossomed without fail
In this freezing zone 5 -
Till a jealous friend
Cast her glance
With a sly comment:
“How come you get
such lovely long floral stems?
I never had luck with ‘em”
That’s it - killed them all.
Or it could be due my own neglect
They perpetually need fertile soil with good
Drainage. They don’t like getting
Their feet wet or cold during the heavy
Autumn downpours and severe
Snow storms.
But
Let’s leave it all aside for now.
Let me enjoy
This single stem from
This season, happily 
Ensconced in a porcelain vase
Last year we lost quite
A few to a pesky virus or thrips; the buds
Didn’t even open – a blackened bud or
A premature disfigured clump of dry petals
Is all we got
But we’re lucky this year
Got five or six stately lanterns
Of colorful gladioli 
Ranging from purple to pink
One even with crinkled petals
And a dose of central dark patch
Now I am transported to the
Carefree days of my college days
Oh, those freshman English lectures
From an elderly scholar with 
Utter devotion to the subject and
Deep love to the young students
He
Told us the meaning of “unheard melodies”
And what is beauty:
Still to this day
It rings in my mind the line,
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever”
This little six-inch stem of
Gladiolus proudly proclaims (confirms)
It. 
Copyright 2026 by the author




Saturday, January 15, 2022

Some Ikebana (Poem)

Some Ikebana


With no thought

The visitor snapped a young

Rhododendron lively branch

And a gladiolus stalk

All for a measly flower arrangement!


Little did she realize

The original meaning of Ikebana or Kado


Isn’t it? Strange

It’s always easy to be 

An average poet, floral arranger

Like the wordsmith, you

Can randomly collect a few

Twigs, tear off some helpless

Short lived lively blooms

From someone’s garden

And

Show off as a great arrangement

But

To be a real artist

Or even a nature lover

You got to be a Wordsworth

An Arudra, or Usha-Sri

Then if you reach the real

Pinnacle – then you wouldn’t

Even pinch a flower pedicel or petal 

Not for Ikebana, not even for

A temple offering

Why spoil the beauty?

Why destroy life?

When we cannot truly 

Create we must

Abide by the dictum

“Do no harm”

True beauty needs no embellishment

Rarely a man’s hand 

Can match the nature’s nurturing

Gentle touch of creation

Rarely the sensitive tending

Master gardeners pluck

The lovely flowers –

By their throats

Copyright 2022 by the author


Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Yellow Stem (Poem with Telugu Original)

పసిడి కొమ్మ (Yellow Stem)


వచ్చింది, వచ్చింది 

పసిడి వన్నెతో

ఓ పసుపు కొమ్మ 


కొమ్మల మాదిరి, ముద్దు గుమ్మల 

గుంపుల ఒంపుసొంపులతో 

జడ కుచ్చులు వేళ్ళాడుతూ 

మా అమ్మ పిన్నమ్మ ల రోజుల్లో 

ఉండియుంటే 

అక్కడివి పండియుంటే (పెరిగితే) -

అమ్మ 

వేసేది మా అక్కకు జడలో గుచ్చి గుచ్చి 

రంగు రంగుల పూల వరుసలు

దివిలో ప్రత్యక్షమైయ్యేది 

ఓ నడిచే నందనవనం!

రెండు మూరల కుసుమాల  

కొమ్మ!


తెనుగులో ఏమనాలి నిన్ను?

కలువపూల  కత్తి?

పుష్ప ఖడ్గము?


అంతర్చక్షువులుండాలే గాని 


ఈ జగత్తులో అందానికి కరువేది?

కీట్సు, కృష్ణశాస్త్రి, నాలాంటి కవులకు


ఒకప్పుడు మా తోటలో 

ఉండేవి ముప్ఫై కత్తి పూలు 

మూడు నాల్గు మెట్టతామరలు  

రెండు రంగుల సుగంధ  

ఐరిస్ పూలు


ఇప్పుడు ఈ 

పసిడి రంగుల 

కత్తిపూలు తెచ్చాయి 

ఒక అపురూప అనుభూతి 

ఒక వారము నా ముందు 

చిమ్నీ దగ్గర ముద్దుల స్నేహితురాలుగా 

నవ్వుతూ ఉంది ఓ బుల్లి కూజాలో 

రోజుకో పచ్చల రవిక విప్పుతూ!  (Copyright 2018 by the author)


Yellow Stem


It’s come, come

With soft golden sheen

One yellow stem

 

Like ebullient damsels with

Graceful curves and

Long braids, with swinging tassels

 

If only …

Had these been available

If only …

They were bred

During my mother’s and aunt’s yonder days

 

Mother would’ve decorated

My sister’s oily braid

With rows of colorful

Florets

Then we’d have gotten a walking

Heavenly garden on earth!

Two cubits of floral stem!

 

What should I call you

In Telugu?

Sword of lilies?

Floral blade?

 

For poets like Keats,

Krishnasastri, and myself

Where is the dearth of beauty

In this world?

Only one needs the inner eye

 

Once we used to have

Thirty gladioli, three four cannas,

And a pair of scented irises

In our garden


Now this golden colored

Gladiolus gifted me

An indescribable feeling

For almost a week

It stayed fresh in front of me

Near the fireplace like a lovely

Smiling lady companion

Seated in a tiny vase

Disrobing the green blouses

One a day!

(Copyright 2020 by the author)