step on each other's
faces. Looking up
towards last trellis
rung, they only care
about climbing.
Sweet peas tangle
together, grabbing support
from odd neighbors
like flowering maple,
hardy fuschia, ferns,
and woops! Stocks.
Sweet peas don't know
social etiquette.
They spread and tangle
about as if any one
would be glad they had
arrived. Nothing private,
no sacred space. No clue.
Sweet peas twine
around each other
nodding, blushing as
they boastfully compare
bursting out colors
given them to wear by
the maker. Of color.
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Sweet pea poetry. :)
Gotta love that.
Sweet peas sound like a Dishman family reunion.
Nice one, Kathleen.
As a child I delighted in sweet peas, their name, color, beauty. I still love them. They're renegades. Thank you for this bright spot.
Love this fun, especially the nodding & tangling & blushing. Sweet indeed!
Blessings.
HOw absolutely delightful! Thanks for the smile and blush and fun!
They are renegades, indeed. Come to think of it Kathy, sounds like our family reunions too! Mom, if you're reading this, I'm only joking. :) Thanks you sweetpeas........
Beauty. I love the way you give these plants personality... "Stepping on each other's faces..." they "don't know social etiquette.."
I always think it's fun to give personality to inanimate objects (but I already told you that once, right?)
And their scent...I love them! This is so "sweet", Kathleen.
Marvelous; so evocative!
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