Honor, Freed

Honor, Freed

By J. Lynne Moore

Heart of love blossoms new,
Meek, to mild, to explosion, grew.

Give me away, you win indeed;
Hold me to close, you slowly bleed.

Watered with tears of joy’s marrow,
Drown with the tears of wholesome sorrow.

An elegant dress of a rainbow hew,
Tights of emerald green too.

A life lived in honor, freed;
In death I leave a lovely seed.

By any other name you may call me,
But beauty is all you will see.

A/N – My son challenged me to write a poem describing a rose without using the words, rose, thorn, flower, petal, red or bouquet.

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By J. Lynne Moore

Rose of perfection,
I see thy reflection,
Feel my affection,
Please no rejection.

Give closer inspection,
With deep introspection,
I harbor no misdirection,
Only sincere protection.

Pass not upon retrospection,
Forgive my imperfection,
Welcome my predilection,
Accept my humble resurrection.

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Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

By J.Lynne Moore

Frigid leaves falling
Orange, red, golden brown hews
Frost whispering

Frost whispering
Geese and ducks flying away
Sign of the season

Sign of the season
Gray clouds wafting through the sky
Turning the air cold

Turning the air cold
Convinces the trees to sleep
Frigid leaves falling

A/N – this is a “haiku crown”

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Choose Love

Choose Love
By J.Lynne Moore

Back against the wall,
Out there, what do I see…
A world out of control,
Screaming in front of me.

Don’t dip your toe in the water,
You might not get it back.
The raging beast inside,
Will never give you slack.

So much hate from all sides;
Humans run in vicious packs,
Eating those weaker souls,
That have yellow down their backs.

Wake up each morning and choose,
Pour yourself a cup of love,
Share it with your brothers.
Take off the hater’s glove!

Blink your eye, your life is done…
Don’t take the time to wait.
Rage against the venom,
See to the extinction of hate.

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Gentle is the Day

Gentle is the Day

By J.Lynne Moore

A gentle day upon the earth,
Carries no foolishness in it’s girth.

The sun rides the rainbow high,
And bids the clouds a fare good-bye.

Her sibling, the moon softly embraces,
The horizon to awaken heaven’s blessed graces.

The verdure springs up, joyfully high,
In the healthy glow of an amber sky.

It’s want and will to rejuvenate,
The sleeping world from its winter state.

The weather’s humor is never lost,
As each new day brings warmth from the frost.

Nature’s honesty is beyond compare;
Shall we all remember to treat her with care.

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China Rose

China Rose

By J.Lynne Moore

The transparent rose…
among the jungle vines.
Made from china petals,
up and up she climbs.

Daring and courage,
have not spared her…
Their worth.
Yet, there has been no notice
of her birth.

Pushing through
the languid vines,
her petals take a chip.
Searching for the elusive sun;
no one sees her slip.

Dangling by a single…
struggling for her space.
If she falls any further,
who will take her place?

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Heirloom Flowers: Floral Poetry

Heirloom Flowers: Floral Poetry

By J.Lynne Moore

Over the past few years the hobby of preserving and growing heirloom flowers has become more mainstream.  The beauty and intricacies of these ancient strains of flora are certainly well worth the effort it takes to maintain them.


A lane of Yellow led the eye

Unto a Purple Wood

Whose soft inhabitants to be

Surpasses solitude

If Bird the silence contradict

Or flower presume to show

In that low summer of the West

Impossible to know –

by Emily Dickinson

What are heirloom flowers or seeds?  Well the exact definition is a bit hard to pin down.  There seems to be a great deal of debate on exactly how to categorize them.  However, the most basic definition of heirloom seeds/plants/flowers are ones that are “open pollinated” and documented to have been nurtured and cared for from one generation to the next within a family or small community.  To be considered “open pollinated” they must be pollinated by insects, birds, wind or other natural means.  The plants must retain the original traits of the parent plant or stay “breed true”.  Most heirloom enthusiasts agree on the definition up to this point, however the “date point” is what causes the most debate.  The general rule of thumb is that seeds that date back to the end of WWII, around 1945 to 1950 can be considered heirloom; others believe they should be at least 100 years old.


My Pretty Rose Tree

A flower was offered to me;

Such a flower as May never bore.


But I said I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree.


And I passed the sweet flower o’er.



Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:

To tend her by day and by night.


But my Rose turnd away with jealousy:

And her thorns were my only delight.


by William Blake


There is another category of heirloom flowers and that is “commercial heirlooms”.  These seeds have been documented as heirlooms, many of them having been acquired from the families that cultivated them or from seed companies that went out of business.

One place you can observe all the splendor and beauty of heirloom flowers is at The Smithsonian Heirloom Garden, located at the National Museum of American History, Behring Center.  Here are just a few of the magnificent flowers you can encounter:


In the Spring:

Jupiter’s Beard: This delicate flower blooms all summer long and is a Mediterranean native.

Johnny-jump-ups or Violas: This brightly colored flower was known to have been put in potions to ease the heart.


In the Summer:

Moonshine Yarrow: This golden flower is very popular today although it is fairly new in terms of heirloom as it only dates back to the 1950.

Rose campion: These colorful and bushy plants date back to the 1700’s, Thomas Jefferson grew them in his garden and their thick leaves were used as lamp wicks.


In the Fall:

Japanese anemone or “Queen Charlotte”: The first appearance of this lovely flower in America was in 1907, however, it dates back to 1898 in Germany.

True forget-me-not: The forget-me-not is prevalent in mythology and ancient lore.  It is said that it got its name from a knight who was picking the flowers by a stream, he fell in the water and drown due to his armor but before he perished he tossed the bouquet of flowers to his love and said, “forget me not”.




Hollyhock bells

Ring along the lane

Daisy parasols

Catch the rain


Daffodil cups

Filled with nectar

Dahlia plates

Sunshine collector


Rose hip gems

Sparkling delight

Nightshades deadly

Purple fright


Morning glory sundial

Signals the marrow

Evening Primrose

Welcomes tomorrow


by J.Lynne Moore


Investing in the cultivation of heirloom seeds is just one way to preserve our heritage and our history, not just American history, but the history of the world.


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The Garden

The Garden

By J.Lynne Moore


Enter now the flowered bed,

That held our bones the night we wed.

Winter laps at petals soft;

Cynical, the sun, at or love has scoffed.


Tender stems now break away;

My heart smashed, dust of clay.

One last time, let mercy flow,

And taste my soul before you go.


Wilted now the flowered bed,

The love that tended it, is dead.

Winter’s chill claims this garden plot,

The flowers have melted all to rot.


Leave me here with this flora, frozen…

Move ahead on the path you have chosen.

I will not leave the flowered bed again,

I close my eyes and remember when…


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