front yard

Georgia O’Keefe

My host of flowers leaves me

breathless as your one.

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O’Keefe and Me

Morning Glory

Sometimes we need to look a bit harder to find
beauty in the heat of California drought.
Look what awaited patiently this morn.

Ah, Ms. O’Keefe,
If only I had your brush and your palette
of the blues.

“Come with me,” you would have said,
And together we would have breast stroked
Right into Paradise.

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Georgia O’Keefe for Poetry Month

               On Georgia O’Keefe’s Calendar and my Tulip

Your brush strokes

     Alluring
          Caressing
                    Quavering.

How many men, Georgia,

Suck into your art?

     Two Calla

     Lillies on Pink

     Purple Petunias

     Oriental Poppies

     Red Canna

     Blue Morning Glories

Who gave you entry

Into the pink

Of secret places?

Bravo, Georgia.

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