| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/19/10 at 12:09 AM This brings back memories. It used to be my job as kid. At some point in the summer my mother would point to the row of Iris plants running along a row between the fenced back yard and a side walk. I would say 12 to 16 inches wide and probably 30 to 40 ft long. I had to take each plant and separate the bulbs. I recall doing it more than one time as I was growing up. Thanks lady. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/19/10 at 12:50 AM Makes me want to dig in the dirt. Planting morning glories everywhere is my thing most years but my Mom's health isn't very good right now. One carry on bag didn't allow me enough room to smuggle my spring contraband. Sure do miss digging in the dirt. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 05/19/10 at 02:13 AM Oh, what perfect timing to read this today! I cut back the overgrowth that was crowding them this past weekend, and finally...I have an iris blossom today. I like the dual-gender descriptives in this poem. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/19/10 at 04:36 AM hmm...intoxication. this is intoxicating...for not being a haiku guy, this has a lot of body and flavor. there are multiple paths to travel...which says a lot for the writer of some 19 syllables or so. this is gritty & pretty...not trying to rhyme, but you give a fine dichotomy in such few words. you you...good stuff. :) |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/19/10 at 04:55 PM Irises are lovely, but they tend to take over the garden. Love the purple ones. Had an entire garden of them. Brings back memories of lost youth. Just lovely- thanks! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/23/10 at 04:10 AM The regal, sensual iris. Your personification is apt. They gape about the garden, never shy. Excellent! Thanks. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/23/10 at 01:39 PM short sweet profound, this ode which begins with a great tantalizer and is a great and ecstatic cataclysm in the ending. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/10/10 at 10:22 PM We have many of these passionate ones in our yard. I always love it when they pop open and kicking up their magenta, violet, and white skirts a Can-can cornucopia. I also appreciated that last line imagining those stopping to stare and drool. |
