Merged in a wash of blatant blue,
Ocean and sky meet in a kiss,
The seafarer surveys the view,
Standing alone in private bliss
That slopes down to a steep cliff’s edge,
Scattered with feverfew and sedge,
Where each brash dahlia tempts a bee.
But a sailor cannot forget the sea:
Like ships’ masts coming into view,
Hollyhocks and sunflowers burst through
Delphiniums and irises of blatant blue.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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My second poem for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Johnny’s Garden is a reprise of a Quatern I posted last January.