A Floral Universe Award

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions –
so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance,
so small in size yet big in beauty,
so short in life yet long on effect.”
Terri Guillemets

“Flowers always make people better, happier
and more helpful; they are sunshine, food
and medicine for the soul.”
Luther Burbank

“Every flower must grow through dirt.”
Laurie Jean Sennott

To read Irene’s new poem “A Floral Universe Award” click:


A Floral Universe Award

by Irene Fowler

Queenly, spectacular, coquettish, demure or pedestrian
At festive, celebratory and nondescript events
Forever appearing elated, emotive, composed and peaceful
Ostentatious, stunning, seductive, saintly or plain
Polyglots par excellence, well-versed in every language under the sun
Natural storytellers or simply, just silent listeners
Model teachers and symbols of life’s valuable practical, yet esoteric lessons
Helpers, healers, harbingers of hope
Muses of writers, poets, romantics, artists and sages
Faithful cradle-to-grave companions
Servants to emperors and paupers alike
Confidantes of the misplaced and misunderstood
Friends of the friendless, forgotten and forlorn
Diffusers of delicate, alluring, intoxicating aromas
Freely, richly, perfuming and scenting
Places and spaces, from palaces to prisons
For all times and climes, in and out of season
As bright and constant as the North Star
Kith and kin to mankind bar none
Brilliantly, passionately, and greatly coloured; yet colour blind
Tokens of unrivalled, unspoilt beauty
A glimpse of untainted, unfettered paradise
Never lofty, envious, cruel, angry or polarising
At peace and in harmony with all life forms
Trusty messengers of sacred, benevolent deities
Bearers of life, light, laughter, and love
Silky, satiny, velvety; visitations of the supreme God
With profound respect, gratitude, and love
Herein, is my Award to you
The Floral Universe.


© 2023 by Irene Fowler

About wordcloud9

Nona Blyth Cloud has lived and worked in the Los Angeles area for over 50 years, spending much of that time commuting on the 405 Freeway. After Hollywood failed to appreciate her genius for acting and directing, she began a second career managing non-profits, from which she has retired. Nona has now resumed writing whatever comes into her head, instead of reports and pleas for funding. She lives in a small house overrun by books with her wonderful husband.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.