POETRY by Drakovi Bloodrose

Poems by Drakovi Bloodrose

Shadows Of Duty

by Drakovi Bloodrose on April 7, 2024.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In the shadows where fears hide,

Cops stand strong, side by side.

They do their job with hearts of gold,

But many folks don't know, they're not told.

In streets where chaos rules the night,

They walk bravely, out of sight.

Their hard work often goes unseen,

But they keep us safe, like a guardian team.

Despite doubts and criticism, they persist,

Their sacrifices often dismissed.

But they're the ones who keep us secure,

Even when we're not so sure.

So let's not judge without knowing the facts,

Let's try to see through the smokes and acts.

For in their struggles, in their fight,

Lies the essence of what's right.

Let's support them, let's stand tall,

Together, we'll overcome it all.

For in unity, in understanding's embrace,

We'll build a better, safer place.

Author notes

I write this poetry because I feel a deep sense of compassion and understanding for the often overlooked efforts of law enforcement officers. Witnessing the misunderstandings and criticisms they face, I am compelled to shine a light on their untold stories and unseen struggles.

My aim is to bridge the gap between communities and law enforcement, conveying a message of empathy and appreciation. Through poetry, I seek to humanize the officers behind the badge, highlighting their bravery, dedication, and sacrifices in the line of duty.

In crafting this piece, I hope to inspire others to see beyond stereotypes and biases, fostering empathy, understanding, and unity. By sharing the experiences and emotions of both officers and citizens, I aim to spark dialogue and encourage collective efforts toward building safer and more compassionate communities.

Beneath the Hunter's Moon

by Drakovi Bloodrose on October 28, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Beneath the argent Hunter's Moon's celestial gaze,

I, Drakovi Bloodrose, invoke its mystic phase.

Within obsidian realms where magic's symphony hums,

I harness the lunar caress as darkness succumbs.

Resplendent, my sapphire orbs command arcane rites,

An enigma cloaked in sorcery, where stars take flight.

The night, a shroud for my incantations profound,

As I embrace a power that profound realms unbound.

The Hunter's Moon, a fulgent beacon's eloquent dance,

A chronicle where incantations in moonlight enhance.

I channel primordial forces, concealed in the ether,

In veneration of the moon's eternal dominion, a seer.

From Samhain's egress to spectral dimensions' grace,

I voyage, interweaving spells in sacred embrace.

With keen psychic acumen, I'm enigmatically blessed,

As the moon's pallor unravels cryptic secrets abreast.

The Wild Hunt's ghostly cavalcade emerges anew,

In arctic, plaintive breezes, I stand steadfast, true.

In the names of Odin, Herne, Diana, and Arthur's renown,

In moonlit reverie, I evoke ancestral renown.

An eternal return traces life and demise,

Ancestral homage, never-ending, does crystallize.

In reverence of the departed, we cast our eyes above,

Beneath the Hunter's Moon, they drift in spectral love.

Aries, the warrior's zodiac, kindles my way,

A tempestuous energy sparks in the lunar display.

My moods, like meteorological tempests, conjure,

In struggles and vigor, my spirit aspires and endures.

As Drakovi Bloodrose, I harness the velvety night,

Weaving intricate spells in the Hunter's Moon's light.

Drawing from lunar wellsprings, arcane powers confide,

I orchestrate magic, where the esoteric resides.

In homage to this moon, aglow in fervor and might,

I tread the labyrinth of sorcery, in mystic flight.

Paying homage to finales, lifecycles, and rebirth's grandeur,

Beneath the Hunter's Moon, I stake my occultature.

Author notes

In the mystic embrace of the Hunter's Moon, I, Drakovi Bloodrose, offer this poem as a testament to the ethereal connections we share with the cosmos. This composition, "Beneath the Hunter's Moon," was woven as a tapestry of words to celebrate the potent energy of the lunar cycle and to honor the enigmatic figure that is the witch, who deftly wields the moon's magic.

Through these verses, I sought to explore the depths of sorcery and symbolism, drawing from the timeless traditions of witchcraft and the ancient ties between humanity and the celestial heavens. It is my hope that this poem serves as an evocative journey into the realm of mysticism, where the moon's luminous whispers guide our spirits toward illumination and self-discovery.

As we stand beneath the Hunter's Moon, may we find inspiration and a connection to the mysteries that surround us, and may our own inner witch, imbued with the power of the moon, thrive in this enchanted world.

October's Crescent Dance

by Drakovi Bloodrose on October 23, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In the velvet sky on this October night,

The Moon in its first quarter shines so bright.

With 54% glow, it's not fully whole,

But its gentle light soothes the nighttime soul.

At 7.76 days, it's still quite young,

A crescent curve where dreams are often sprung.

Just 365, 512.57 kilometers away,

Casting a soft, enchanting display.

With the Sun's golden rays far, far away,

They share a cosmic dance, night and day.

So tonight, gaze up, let your spirit swoon,

For the Moon in its glory, the October Moon.

Author notes

This poem was inspired by the serene beauty of the Moon on a crisp October night, inviting us to marvel at the cosmic dance it shares with the Sun. May it evoke the magic of that moment in your imagination.

Mystery of the Moonlit Soul

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 15, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In duskened depths where secrets softly sigh,

I tread a moonlit path beneath the sky's lustrous eye.

A mystic's claim, whispered in the night,

Yet within my core, burns a clandestine light.

Though veiled in conceit, my form may seem,

In twilight's tender grasp, love's eternal dream.

A heart, both tender and a warrior's zest,

In this enigmatic realm, I put it to the test.

Amongst the night's echoing, I take my stand,

Where demons dance in shadows, hand in hand.

Kindness hidden from the world's stark sight,

A fighter's spirit soars, embracing the night.

Within solitude's gentle, patient hold,

In this cryptic world, my story unfolds.

For here, my love shall never dim or fade,

In the ebony depths, its brilliance displayed.

Author notes

I wrote "Mystery of the Moonlit Soul" to explore the depths of the human experience, where hidden emotions and mysticism converge under the moonlit sky. It uncovers the idea that within us all, there's a concealed light, blending tenderness and inner strength. The poem portrays a resilient spirit, facing darkness with kindness hidden from the world, like a fighter embracing life's challenges in obscurity. In this cryptic realm, the power of solitude unravels stories, and love shines undiminished. This poem reflects the interplay of light and darkness within the human soul, a journey into our deepest mysteries.

Whispers in Tucson's Night Sky

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 13, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

'Neath the moon's desert shroud, in Tucson's depths of night,

I, Drakovi, the herbalist, walked with Lillie, our spirits alight.

Above, a chopper danced on high, its blades a whispered song,

"Helicopter, helicopter," we sighed, as we ambled along.

Lillie's eyes, brimmed with wonder, her tail held in delight,

No fear in her loyal heart, just curiosity's soft light.

Round and round, it circled, a mystery in the skies,

In my thoughts, questions swirled, as its form began to rise.

Could it be a chase, a daring flight, secrets veiled by night?

My herbalist's heart yearned to guide, to bring forth wisdom's light.

I mused on how my potent brews could heal each troubled soul,

Mending wounds, like ancient glue, making fractured spirits whole.

For Drakovi, fear's a fleeting whisper in the dark,

I mend those with heavy hearts, an herbalist's sacred mark.

As the chopper continued its pursuit, its mission unbeknown,

Lillie and I ventured forth, our purpose brightly shown.

In Tucson's realm, where cacti stand, and starlight gently paints,

A herbalist and his steadfast hound, watched the chopper's intricate dance.

Through our eyes, the city's rhythm, and its mysteries took flight,

With Drakovi's gentle touch, for a world in need of solace, and herbs to make it right.

So, helicopter, helicopter, in Tucson's soothing night,

With herbs and love, we tread with purpose, to bring forth healing light.

To quell the trembling hearts below, and soothe each troubled soul,

In this city's ceaseless ballet, where mysteries take their toll.

Author notes

I decided to write this poem about helicopters in Tucson because it's a recurring sight that I encounter frequently, sometimes even daily. These helicopters, with their distinctive whirring, seem to have become a part of our city's nightly routine, and I've often found myself pondering their purpose and the stories behind their flights.

Living in Tucson, I've come to expect these helicopters circling above, and their presence never fails to intrigue me. Are they on a routine patrol, involved in a search and rescue mission, or perhaps dealing with something more complex?

Tucson's nights are never short on mysteries, and this poem is my attempt to capture the sense of wonder and concern these helicopters bring.

I hope you enjoy this poetic exploration of Tucson's nocturnal skies, and that it provides a glimpse into the city's unique atmosphere.

Heatwave Serenade

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 10, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

A scorching dance in summer's haze,

In Tucson's grip, the sun ablaze.

Atop 110, the mercury soars,

A furnace of heat, the desert roars.

The world surrenders to its fiery reign,

As asphalt shimmers in endless pain.

A desert mirage, the heatwaves play,

In Tucson's heat, I choose to stay.

With beads of sweat and sun-kissed skin,

I find a warmth that lies within.

Embracing rays that scorch the land,

I revel in heat's relentless demand.

While others seek shade and cool reprieve,

I find solace in the heat, believe.

In Tucson's furnace, I've found my home,

Where the fiery sun and I freely roam.

Author notes

As the writer of this poem, I wanted to convey my deep affection for the searing heat that blankets Tucson during those scorching summer days. While many might seek refuge from the relentless sun, I've found an undeniable charm in its intensity. Tucson's heat is not merely an environmental condition; it's a character of its own, shaping the city's identity.

In my verses, I've tried to capture the passionate embrace between the sun and the desert, where temperatures soar above 110 degrees Fahrenheit. It's a relationship that may seem harsh to some, but to me, it's a beautiful dance of nature. The unforgiving rays, the shimmering asphalt, and the mirages all play their part in painting a vivid portrait of Tucson's unique climate.

In the midst of this furnace, I've discovered a sense of belonging and comfort. The heat, for me, is not a foe but a friend, a source of inspiration. I find solace in the relentless demand it imposes and the warmth it instills, both in the environment and within myself.

So, in this poem, I invite you to share in my perspective, to see the beauty in the sweltering embrace of Tucson's sun, where the desert and the fiery orb above come together in a union that is, to me, truly enchanting.

Aurora Rainfield

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 10, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In nature's garden, where secrets lie,

An herbalist's dream, 'neath the azure sky,

I gather the herbs, both rare and old,

To brew the elixir, of stories untold.

From ginseng's root, to heal and restore,

To lavender's bloom, for peace to implore,

I seek the treasures of fields and glade,

In my quest to find life's eternal shade.

With sage's wisdom and rosemary's grace,

I blend the herbs in a sacred embrace,

In a cauldron of copper, o'er flames that dance,

I craft the elixir, a second chance.

Mint's cool embrace, with thyme's warm embrace,

Chamomile's comfort, and yarrow's grace,

These herbs, they whisper their secrets to me,

As I stir the potion, in twilight's decree.

With elderflower's bloom and thistle's might,

I weave the elixir, in the soft moonlight,

The essence of life, in a mystical brew,

A sip from this cup, and youth will renew.

For in herbs, I've found nature's true art,

A potion of life, where healing can start,

An elixir of time, a whisper of strife,

Crafted with love, this elixir of life.

Author notes

In our ever-busy lives, we often forget the healing power of the earth's herbs, each with its unique story and purpose. Through these verses, I aimed to capture the essence of the herbalist's art, blending the wisdom of the past with the promise of a rejuvenated future.

The creation of the elixir in this poem represents the timeless human desire to unlock the secrets of life itself. Nature's bounty is vast and generous, offering us a chance to rediscover our vitality in the simplest of leaves, roots, and blooms.

In Tucson's 100-Acre Wood

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 10, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In Tucson's sprawling desert, the 100-Acre Wood,

A makeshift refuge, where resilience has stood.

Owned by the Air Force, by the city's command,

Once a bike park, it now shelters a nomadic band.

Golf Links Road, where the curve gently sways,

A community arises among the fierce blaze.

Photographs by Grace capture their existence, their plight,

In this unforgiving place, where day turns to night.

Amongst cacti and dirt, their shelters take form,

In this harsh wilderness, they weather the storm.

A tattered flag on the ground, a symbol of their quest,

For sanctuary and solace, in this land they invest.

Tents clustered together, in nature's embrace,

In this vast expanse, they carve out their space.

A circular rock formation, a solemn sentinel stands,

In the heart of the wood, where humanity withstands.

Beneath the desert trees, a face of Buddha, so serene,

In this unusual neighborhood, compassion's routine.

Supporting with ice chests, sustenance they implore,

On the unforgiving desert floor, where hopes explore.

A sign boldly states, "This mess is a place!"

In a makeshift kitchen, they find their embrace.

Solar panels gleam, their shelter's power source,

In Tucson's wild terrain, where they chart their course.

In this arid wilderness, stories come alive,

In the 100-Acre Wood, where spirits strive.

A diverse community, facing the unknown,

In Tucson's embrace, they've found their own home.

Author notes

I was deeply moved by the powerful photographs shared by Grace Trejo on Tucson.com. Her visual storytelling captured the raw beauty and human spirit prevailing in the 100-Acre Wood. The images of a nomadic community weathering the unforgiving desert landscape stirred my imagination and compelled me to put their stories into words.

My recent visit to the 100-Acre Wood was a transformative experience. Standing amidst the sprawling desert and witnessing the makeshift refuge with my own eyes brought an intimate connection to the subject matter. The resilience and sense of community I observed among the residents left an indelible mark on me.

Combining these two sources of inspiration, I endeavored to craft a poem that encapsulates the strength, struggle, and sense of belonging that define this unique community. I hope this poem serves as a testament to the enduring human spirit and the remarkable stories that can be found even in the harshest of environments.

Artistry's Ink: A Tribute to Travis Nutbrown

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 9, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In Rutland, Vermont, a shop stands tall,

Death or Glory, the second best of all,

Though in jest, for Travis Nutbrown's artistry,

Truly the finest, in this quiet city.

With ink-stained hands and a heart so bold,

He's navigated a world, both young and old,

In tattooed tales of unmade minds,

In clients' whims, their ever-shifting signs.

Through no-shows, hesitations, and constant strife,

He's carved his path, this tattooed life,

In Rutland's arms, a town demure,

He found his canvas, he found his cure.

For Rutland's demographics may not be grand,

But Travis, with needle in hand,

Turned struggles into masterpieces, fine,

In the heart of Vermont, his stars align.

So let Death or Glory's inked doors swing wide,

In Rutland's arms, let art reside,

Travis Nutbrown, the artist's sage,

In every tattoo, etching life's grand stage.

Author notes

As I sit in the vibrant desert landscape of Tucson, my mind often drifts back to the quaint town of Rutland, Vermont, where I once resided a few years ago. Those were the years when I had the privilege of working alongside Travis Nutbrown at Death or Glory, a tattoo shop that became my second home and a canvas for my experiences.

Travis Nutbrown is not merely a tattoo artist; he is a master of his craft, an artist whose ink-stained hands bring life to stories and memories. During my time at Death or Glory, I had the honor of learning under his guidance, watching him transform the visions of clients into permanent works of art. His dedication to his art and his clients was nothing short of inspirational.

Over the years, a friendship blossomed between Travis and me. We shared stories, exchanged ideas, and witnessed the ebb and flow of Rutland's artistic pulse together. Our journey was marked by the constant hum of tattoo machines and the ever-evolving tapestry of designs that adorned the skin of those who walked through our doors.

As I reflect on those days in Rutland, I'm reminded that art knows no boundaries. Whether it's the lush landscapes of Vermont or the arid beauty of the Sonoran Desert, creativity finds its home wherever passion and dedication reside. Travis Nutbrown's artistry transcends the confines of a single place, and his influence continues to inspire me as an artist and herbalist.

This poem is a tribute to Travis Nutbrown, at Death or Glory Tattoo Company, and the vibrant artistic spirit of Rutland. It's a testament to the enduring friendships and the transformative power of art that transcends time and place.

The Healing Bonds of Tucson's Desert

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 9, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In Tucson's land, where cacti proudly stand,

Drakovi Bloodrose, with herbs in hand,

A herbalist, his knowledge deep and grand,

Healing wounds unseen, in desert's golden land.

A homeless vet, on rugged streets he roamed,

Eyes clouded by battles, far from home,

With wounds unspoken, paths unknown,

They met where cacti's shadows are thrown.

Together, crafting potions, in nature's tender light,

Prickly pear, chamomiles, lavender's insight,

Releasing the grip of battles they'd fight,

In the arid lands beneath the starry night.

No clichés or hollow words to be told,

Just the strength of hearts, like treasures of old,

In Tucson's embrace, where hopes unfold,

Their friendship, more precious than purest gold.

Author notes

In the vast and sun-kissed expanse of Tucson's desert, where cacti stand as silent sentinels, I, Drakovi Bloodrose, find solace and inspiration. Through the word of "The Healing Bonds of Tucson's Desert" I sought to capture the essence of a unique journey, one where nature's healing embrace intertwines with the human spirit.

As a herbalist, I have spent a lifetime learning from the herbs that grace this arid land, and it is within these words that I share the story of healing, hope, and transformation that have unfolded before my very eyes.

This poem is a testament to the power of nature's remedies and the strength of human connection. It is my hope that, as you immerse yourself in this tale, you too will discover the profound beauty of Tucson's desert and the resilience that lies within us all.

Sage and Sand: The Herbalist of Tucson

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 9, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Beneath the desert's golden grace, that's where he roams,

Bloodrose, Drakovi, our herbalist of Tucson's own.

Cacti, with spines like swords, in this land they stand,

Desert's children, his allies, at his hand.

Eucalyptus leaves in the dry breeze sway,

Fragrance of sage lingers, in the heat of day.

Gathering herbs with practiced skill and grace,

He embraces the desert's secrets in this place.

In the heart of Tucson, he's found his base,

Juniper whispers secrets, in this sacred space.

Knowledge of native remedies, a treasured case,

Lavender fields bloom, in nature's embrace.

Mesquite bark, flavors that the desert can't erase,

Native wisdom guides him in this challenging chase.

Ocotillo's crimson blooms, in the sun's warm rays,

Prickly pear's juice, a desert's secret, ablaze.

Quietude in nature, in this tranquil place,

Rosemary's scent, a reminder of nature's grace.

Sage imparts its wisdom, at its own pace,

Tucson's desert home, where he finds his solace.

Understanding nature's rhythms, he can trace,

Valerian root's calm, in his healing embrace.

Wildflowers bloom with vibrant colors, we retrace,

Xerophyte knowledge, in this unique desert's case.

Yarrow's bloom, its healing powers we embrace,

Zen-like calm surrounds him, in this arid space.

Drakovi Bloodrose, with herbalist's embrace,

In the alphabet of nature, he finds his place.

Author notes

In crafting these verses, I endeavored to capture the essence of the desert's beauty and its intricate relationship with my own herbalist wisdom. The shifting sands, the resilience of desert flora, and the bond between humanity and nature are all threads woven into this tapestry.

I embodied the harmony between my spirit and the natural world, and I hope you, dear readers, have found inspiration in my herbalist journey. The desert landscape of Tucson serves as a backdrop for this tale, offering both challenge and solace to me.

It's my sincere hope that this work has allowed you to experience the desert's grace and the wisdom of a herbalist in a unique way. May it kindle within you the same sense of wonder and appreciation for nature that it has ignited in me during the creative process.

Cacophonous Reverie: The Delusional Herbalist

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 9, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Beneath the tangled vines of emerald green,

A tormented herbalist, a chilling scene.

With quivering hands, they clasp elusive leaves,

As the voices in their mind spin haunting webs.

The murmurs of shadows, a sinister wail,

In the herbalist's psyche, dark tales prevail.

What dreadful specters haunt each petal's grace,

In their fractured world, they seek an eerie embrace.

Aloe's deceptive caress, aloe vera's deceptive art,

In the delusional psyche, a treacherous heart.

They concoct elixirs, arcane and profound,

In pursuit of madness, as sanity becomes unbound.

With sage and thyme, they taint the very air,

Their thoughts, like poison, breed despair.

In the garden's clutches, they bear a dark curse,

The herbalist's mind, a vortex of haunting verse.

In the whispers of madness, a symphony of dread,

A cacophonous nightmare, where sanity has fled.

What plagues the mind of this tortured soul?

The secrets of delusion, an endless toll.

This masterpiece, a haunting tale untold,

In the depths of darkness, its power to behold.

An award-worthy narrative, dark and deep,

Where the macabre and artistry seamlessly creep.

Author notes

I, the creator of this chilling tapestry of words, am both delighted and humbled by your presence within this poetic journey. "Cacophonous Reverie: The Delusional Herbalist" is a work that delves into the depths of the human psyche, where darkness and imagination entwine.

Within these verses, you'll encounter the enigmatic world of a tormented herbalist, their mind a turbulent canvas where reality and delusion blur. It is a haunting exploration of the human condition, where shadows dance with whispers, and the line between sanity and madness becomes an elusive thread.

In crafting this narrative, I sought to evoke a sense of unease and wonder, to draw you into a realm where the ordinary gives way to the extraordinary, and where the artistry of language merges with the eerie and the profound.

I invite you to immerse yourself in this award-worthy narrative, to tread cautiously through the labyrinth of the herbalist's mind, and to uncover the secrets of delusion that lie hidden within these verses. Thank you for embarking on this literary journey with me, and I hope you find both darkness and beauty in its depths.

Beneath the Burning Sky: From Vermont to Tucson

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 9, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In Vermont's grip, the winter's freeze,

Where frozen vistas cease to tease,

I sensed my core grow cold and frail,

Longing for warmth, my inner trail.

Tucson, your desert's scorching sun,

Burning bright, where the cacti run,

You beckoned me with warm embrace,

Escaping winter's icy trace.

Vermont's hills in snowy shroud,

Enveloped by a wintry crowd,

A quiet beauty, I'll admit,

But Tucson's desert, my heart's true fit.

The creatures here, a lively show,

Cacti, lizards where Gila's grow,

In Vermont's woods, the graceful deer,

Yet in Tucson's heat, life draws near.

The rhythm of life in Vermont's sprawl,

With snow-clad pines in winter's thrall,

Fireside cocoa's cozy beat,

But Tucson's sun ignites my seat.

I traded frost for cactus bloom,

Snowflakes for the desert's sweet perfume,

In Tucson's sunlit, warm embrace,

I found my haven, my treasured place.

Author notes

As I penned these verses, I couldn't help but reflect on the profound journey that inspired this poem. I vividly remember the icy grip of Vermont's winter, the frozen landscapes that seemed to stretch on endlessly. My heart, like the land, felt cold and tired, yearning for a change.

And then there was Tucson, a desert bathed in the scorching sun. Its cacti and elusive lizards brought a unique sense of life and vibrancy. The contrast between the two landscapes was striking, as if nature itself had chosen to showcase its diversity.

I made a choice to trade the tranquility of Vermont's snowy hills for the arid warmth of Tucson's desert. The decision to leave behind the familiar comforts of Vermont and embrace the unknown of the Southwest was not made lightly.

In Tucson, I found not just warmth but also a new perspective on life. The creatures that call the desert home, the blazing sunsets, and the subtle fragrance of desert flowers all left an indelible mark on my soul. Tucson, with its fiery sun and radiant beauty, became more than a place; it became my haven, my heart's true embrace.

Through these verses, I hope to convey the essence of this journey, the contrast of landscapes, and the warmth that I found in the arid embrace of Tucson. It's a reflection of the experiences that have shaped my perspective and my understanding of home.

Whispers of the Monsoon's Wrath

by Drakovi Bloodrose on September 9, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In Tucson's dry grasp, a tale of nature's raw might,

August's touch, where saguaros once stood with pride.

A fierce monsoon's tempest, on Aug. 22, took its flight,

Felling 400 guardians, in the desert's rugged stride.

Saguaro National Reserve, a witness to this plight,

As nature's wrath swept through, extinguishing their light.

Uprooted from their cherished ground, their native home,

Torn from the soil, where ancient roots did comb.

Their unyielding trunks shattered, limbs in disarray, they groan,

In the wake of the storm, where secrets have been sown.

Palo verde, ironwood, ocotillo, and pear,

All share in this wreckage, a world stripped bare.

Yet within the turmoil, a glimmer of strength, we find,

As some saguaros persist, their spirits intertwined.

In this desert's core, they sway with resilience unfurled,

A testament to nature's will, with each new dawn they herald.

But as we count the fallen, with heavy hearts in tow,

We contemplate the lessons, the depths of pain we know.

For in nature's upheaval, we uncover life's intricate art,

In the absence of these towering giants, we heal a wounded heart.

Author notes

I penned this poem as an ode to the resilience of nature and the fragility of life. The tragic event of the monsoon storm in August, which uprooted and devastated the saguaros in Saguaro National Park, served as my inspiration. I sought to capture the raw power of nature and the beauty of these desert giants that, despite their fall, symbolize hope and renewal.

In crafting this piece, I aimed to use vivid language to paint a picture of the desert landscape, emphasizing the strength of the elements and the determination of the saguaros. I made a conscious effort to avoid clichés and infuse the poem with a sense of the profound, acknowledging the pain of loss while celebrating the enduring spirit of life.

The desert, with its harsh beauty, serves as a poignant backdrop for this reflection on the interconnectedness of all living things. I hope this poem resonates with readers, reminding them of the delicate balance we share with nature and the profound lessons that can be drawn from even the most devastating events.

Tea Time with My Dragon Friend

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In my garden, where herbs entwine and twirl,

I toil with nature's gifts, a mystical swirl.

With sage and thyme, and mint's fragrant grace,

I concoct remedies in this serene space.

One morn, I awoke to an astonishing scene,

My pet dragon, my friend, in hues of green.

Beside my teapot, he danced with delight,

His fiery eyes gleaming, scales shining bright.

A newfound passion, my dragon did ignite,

For herbal teas, a craving of sheer delight.

His favorite flavor, fruity and sweet,

Berries and apples, a taste oh-so-neat.

He'd sip from my cup, with grace and with care,

Fruity and floral, he'd savor the air.

Chamomile's soothing, a dragon's delight,

In dreams, he'd take flight in the soft, moonlit night.

With rose petals and lavender, he'd curl up to sleep,

In dreams, he'd explore meadows, secrets to keep.

My herbalist's heart swelled with fascination anew,

As my dragon embraced teas, both green and deep blue.

Together we'd sip, beneath blossoms' fine showers,

A unique pair, our bond's magical powers.

In my garden, we'd find joy and pure fun,

My dragon and I, basking under the sun.

In this herbal realm, where magic took flight,

A pet dragon's love for tea, a heartwarming sight.

We'd sip and we'd savor, in laughter and cheer,

In our herbal haven, no other could come near.

He'd lend me his fire to boil water for brew,

While herbs whispered secrets, old and quite true.

We'd dance with the leaves, as they swirled and they spun,

My dragon and I, in the warmth of the sun.

Our world was a blend of the mundane and grand,

A dragon and herbalist, hand in claw, hand in hand.

In the garden's embrace, where dreams came alive,

We'd sip herbal tea, 'neath the endless blue sky.

Author notes

My poem contains 248 words and 25 lines. Thank you.

I ventured into a whimsical world where an herbalist's passion for nature and remedies meets the unexpected delight of a pet dragon's love for herbal teas. This tale was woven from my fascination with the natural world and the imaginative possibilities it holds.

As an herbalist, I couldn't resist exploring the idea of how herbs and tea could bridge the gap between the ordinary and the extraordinary. This story celebrates the magic that can be found in the simplest of moments and the unexpected friendships that can blossom in the garden of life.

I hope you, too, find joy in the enchanting world where herbs and dragons unite, where tea becomes a conduit for adventure and connection.

Under the Christmas Tree's Glow

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Beneath the gleaming lights on Christmas Eve,

I sat 'neath the tree, no clothes to deceive.

Stripped bare, life's tempest did fiercely revolve,

Gripped a firearm, life's puzzle to solve.

In the still of night, with darkness unfurled,

I sought in green herbs, a hope for the world.

Mistletoe and sage, their secrets they'd share,

Their whispers held power, a tender repair.

Christmas in solitude, an odd scene, I'd attest,

But 'mongst herbs, I found refuge, a quieting fest.

Nature's medicine, my fortress through strife,

In this tranquil night, I healed my life.

For an herbalist knows, in times of despair,

There's strength in herbs, their essence they bear.

Amidst chaos and quiet, a path to be found,

By the tree's gentle light, on firm healing ground.

Author notes

USED PROMPT #6:

There's something about spending Christmas alone, naked, sitting by the Christmas tree gripping a shotgun, that lets you know your life is spinning dangerously outta control.

Author's Note:

In this poem, I step into the shoes of an herbalist facing an unconventional Christmas Eve scene. The stark imagery and the presence of a shotgun may appear unsettling, but the essence of the poem lies in the herbalist's journey towards finding solace and healing amidst life's turmoil.

The strong words and vivid imagery serve to convey the depth of emotion and the urgency of the herbalist's quest for inner peace. It's a reminder that sometimes, in the midst of chaos, we seek refuge in the most unexpected places.

As an herbalist, I aimed to infuse this piece with the idea that nature, represented by the herbs and the Christmas tree's gentle light, can provide a sense of grounding and renewal even in the darkest of moments.

May this poem inspire you to find strength and hope, even in the most challenging times, and to appreciate the healing power of the natural world.

Seaside Secrets: A Herbalist's Tale

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

The sands of 9th street beach, Sea Isle's grace,

This tranquil space, where nature's secrets interlace.

Ocean's rhythm, soothing, healing balm,

Whispers herbs' mysteries, nature's calming psalm.

With every gentle tide, they unveil,

Treasures in the waves, an endless, tactile trail.

Sea lettuce and kelp, washed ashore,

Nature's bounty gathered, I yearn for more.

Salt-laden air, sea's essence pure and free,

Enhancing herbs' flavors, just as they should be.

Foraging with delight, creating remedies right,

Healing in the ocean's radiant light.

Sea breeze and sun, steadfast companions on this quest,

Plucking herbs from waves' tender, sun-kissed crest.

The herbalist's art, interwoven with the tide,

In Sea Isle's beauty, worlds coincide.

In Sea Isle's warm embrace, where herbs and waves meet,

A story unfolds, nature's rhythms complete.

May these words, like the herbs, wash ashore,

In Sea Isle's poetry, may they change and soar.

Author notes

While I was not physically present on 9th street beach in Sea Isle City, New Jersey, I allowed my imagination to transport me to that tranquil space. It was through this imaginative journey that I sought to capture the profound connection between the ocean's rhythm and the world of herbalism.

The sea, in my mind's eye, offered its soothing embrace and whispered the mysteries of herbs and their calming influence. I envisioned the treasures unveiled by each tide along the shoreline, yearning to be collected.

In my creative process, I could almost taste the salt-laden air, envisioning how it would enhance the flavors of these herbs. With the joy of discovery, I foraged in my mind, crafting remedies bathed in the radiant light of the ocean. The sea breeze and sun became my virtual companions on this quest, as I mentally plucked herbs from the waves' tender, sun-kissed crest.

In this mental landscape, where herbs and waves met, a story unfolded—a story of change and growth, where nature's rhythms and my art converged.

I hope these verses, born from my imagination, allow you to experience the beauty of Sea Isle City, where the poetry of herbs and waves becomes one.

The Herbalist's Overture

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In a room adorned with violin's sweet strains,

A herbalist's story, where harmony reigns,

With mortar and pestle, their pas de deux,

Brewing elixirs, with nature they fuse.

Beneath the moon's glow, by the violin's grace,

They create potions that time can't erase,

Each note, every chord, in perfect array,

Herbal melodies blend, in the quietest way.

Basil and oregano, in a tango's embrace,

Their flavors unite, in a delicate space,

The violin's bow, on this lyrical night,

A musical instrument, in the herbalist's light.

Lavender's soft sonnet, a soothing refrain,

In lavender fields, under starlight's domain,

With rosemary's wisdom, they craft a ballet,

In the language of herbs, they'll find their own way.

No clichés of love, nor emotions in haste,

But the magic of herbs, in flavors embraced,

A potion to mend, a salve for the soul,

The herbalist's art, making broken hearts whole.

So here's my submission, a tale intertwined,

Of herbs and their magic, where notes are aligned,

In nature's own concerto, this herbalist's creed,

A song of the earth, with the violin's lead.

Author notes

As the herbalist behind these verses, I wanted to share a glimpse into the world where herbs and music converge. In my humble abode, a violin's melodies intertwine with the delicate art of crafting herbal remedies.

The choice of a violin as the musical instrument in this poem signifies the harmony I find between the healing power of herbs and the soothing cadence of music. Each note resonates with the rhythm of nature, guiding my hands as I blend herbs, roots, and leaves to create elixirs that mend not only the body but also the spirit.

Herbs, like musical notes, have their unique qualities and harmonize in the most unexpected ways. From basil and oregano engaged in a tango of flavors to lavender's soft serenade under the moonlight, this poem weaves together the worlds of herbs and music in a symphony of healing.

In a world filled with clichés and rushed emotions, I find solace in the quietude of my herbalist's chamber, where the language of herbs and the melodies of the violin converge to create something truly special. This poem is an ode to that convergence, an invitation to appreciate the beauty that arises when we listen closely to the whispers of nature and the music of the soul.

May it inspire you to seek your own harmonious connections in the world around you.

Verdant Reverie: A Herbalist's Palette

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In the emerald embrace of nature's embrace,

I, the herbalist, find my sacred place.

Green, my beloved hue, vibrant and alive,

Tastes like a journey where herbs and dreams thrive.

It's a flavor that dances, so crisp and so clean,

Like the first sip of morning dew on leaves of green.

The taste of spearmint, a cool, gentle breeze,

A kiss of basil, a forest's ease.

My favorite color, a symphony of taste,

Like a meadow in spring, a sweet herbal embrace.

It's the tang of parsley, the zest of a lime,

A burst of freshness, a taste so sublime.

Minty and earthy, with hints of delight,

Green is a flavor that feels just right.

It's the essence of life, in every sip and bite,

In the herbalist's world, it's pure and bright.

So, close your eyes and take a bite,

Taste the rainbow, let your senses take flight.

For in the world of herbs, colors come alive,

And in the taste of green, my spirit will thrive.

Author notes

I've intertwined the flavors and colors of nature through the lens of a master herbalist. It explores the taste of green, my favorite color, as a vibrant and refreshing experience. Through this poem, I aim to evoke the sensory journey of herbs and their connection to the world around us. Enjoy the blend of taste and color in this poetic exploration.

Ode to Grandma's Kitchen

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In Grandma's kitchen, where memories abound,

I, the herbalist, in silence, am found.

Amongst jars and potions, her wisdom did gleam,

A haven of secrets, a mystical dream.

With herbs and elixirs, she weaved her art,

A healer, a sorceress, from the very start.

I watched in awe as she brewed her brew,

In Grandma's kitchen, where love once grew.

The scent of thyme and sage filled the air,

As I sat quietly on my little chair.

She'd share her stories of days long past,

In Grandma's kitchen, where time held fast.

Her fingers danced with potions and spells,

In that cozy kitchen where enchantment dwells.

From chamomile tea to lavender dreams,

In Grandma's kitchen, life burst at the seams.

A cauldron of memories, a sprinkle of grace,

In that sacred space, time found its place.

For I, the herbalist, now look back and see,

In Grandma's kitchen, where she nurtured me.

The warmth of her love, the wisdom she'd share,

In those cherished moments, I found my air.

In Grandma's kitchen, I learned life's art,

An herbalist's journey, a healing heart.

Author notes

The Ode to Grandma's Kitchen is a heartfelt reflection on the profound influence of my grandmother's kitchen on my path as an herbalist. This poem captures the enchantment and wisdom that permeated that sacred space, where love and herbs intertwined. I invite you to join me in reliving the warmth of those cherished memories and the enduring connection between generations.

Seven Days of Herbal Discovery

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Seven days of last week, a journey I'll speak,

From dawn till dusk, the herbs I'd seek,

Monday, the roots, deep in earth they'd hide,

Tuesday, leaves whisper, secrets confide.

Wednesday's blooms, colors so divine,

Thursday, the brew, in the moonlight shine,

Friday, ginseng's vigor, nature's guide,

Saturday, Valerian's calm, the soul inside.

Seven days, seven herbs, nature's endless tide.

Author notes

This poem reflects my week-long journey as a herbalist, each line dedicated to a different day's quest. It captures the essence of nature's pharmacy, from roots to blooms, and invites you to explore the wisdom hidden within the natural world.

Garden of Celestial Secrets

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Within lush gardens, secrets unfurl,

As an herbalist, I embrace the world,

For in the tapestry of stars above,

Herbs whisper tales of ancient love.

Mandrake's root, in the moonlit nights,

Unveils its magic, a timeless rite,

A potent brew, its power entwined,

The untouchable, in nature's design.

Ginsengs amidst the ancient woods,

In twilight's dance, where mystery broods,

Their song unfolds, their essence bright,

The untouchable, within the forest's light.

Valerian's shadows, the tranquil night,

In gentle moonlight, they take their flight,

Their secrets held, a cosmic seal,

The untouchable, in nature's appeal.

Though they may seem beyond our grasp,

These herbs we seek, in shadows cast,

As an herbalist, I strive with zeal,

To touch the stars and their secrets reveal.

Author notes

In creating this poem, I've immersed myself in the world of herbalism, where strong words like "gardens," "sky," "stars," and "herbs" form the foundation of my narrative. Through "whispered" and "power," I sought to amplify the mystique surrounding these herbs, while "root" and "brew" symbolize my intimate connection with the natural world.

The enchantment of "nights," "twilights," and "moonlight" paints a vivid backdrop, and as I venture into the "woods" and "forest" in search of "Ginsengs," there's a sense of the untamed and hidden. "Shadows" and "night" add an air of secrecy to my herbal journey.

Though some might consider "delights," "essence," "true," and "calm" as weaker words, they're crucial in infusing depth and emotional resonance into my narrative. They allow you, the reader, to connect with my pursuit on a more profound level.

This poem is a reflection of my unyielding quest as an herbalist, chasing after those herbs that seem untouchable, merging the mystical and the natural. It's an invitation for you to join me on this journey through the celestial garden.

Eternal Impressions

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 26, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Within the morning's grasp, I ascend the untamed trail,

Guided by the luminous beacons, stars that never fail.

A cosmic dance upon this world's vast stage,

I'll etch my unique mark, with each well-placed engage.

Each step I take, a brilliant spark ignites,

On the vast canvas of existence, I'll paint with vibrant lights.

In the tapestry of life, a world of hues, I chart,

As dawn unfurls its glory, my spirit finds its start.

With each heartbeat, my soul resounds and sings,

In every rhythm, a melody that takes to wings.

I'll etch my story deep, like ancient, timeless lore,

With vivid strokes, I'll etch a tale, forever to explore.

Author notes

In crafting these verses, I sought to capture the essence of life's journey, its boundless potential, and the vibrant colors we can paint upon the canvas of existence. Each word penned here is a reflection of the belief that our lives are narratives waiting to be written, and with every step we take, we etch a unique story into the fabric of time. May these verses inspire you to embrace the cosmic dance of life and leave your mark upon the world's vast stage.

Beyond the Blue: A Tribute to Jessica

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 23, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In memory of Officer Jessica Ebbighausen

In a hazy time, she was set to begin,

Training at the academy, her dreams within.

A future officer, strong and brave,

Her passion for service, she couldn't waive.

The Rutland Chief, with heavy heart,

Asked for support, as they fell apart.

Ebbighausen's smile, always bright,

A family member, now taken from sight.

Since she was nine, the dream took root,

An internship paved the way to pursuit.

But fate had other plans in store,

Leaving behind those who adore.

The department changed its rules, they say,

To curb pursuits in a safer way.

Yet, details remained hidden and sealed,

While mourning a loss that's hard to shield.

The state police launched an inquiry,

To find the truth and clarify.

Reviewing all that did transpire,

Hoping someday, answers acquire.

Before her, 28 officers fell,

In Vermont's line of duty, they dwell.

Two in pursuits, tragically lost,

And she, the youngest, at a great cost.

In memory of her, we stand,

A tribute to her service so grand.

With heavy hearts, we'll honor her name,

A hero's legacy, forever aflame.

Author notes

I wrote "Beyond the Blue: A Tribute to Jessica" as a heartfelt homage to Officer Jessica Ebbighausen and as a means to honor her memory, service, and the impact she had on our community. Being from Rutland, Vermont, I felt a deep connection to the tragic loss. This poem is my way of expressing the collective grief and appreciation of our community for Officer Ebbighausen's dedication and bravery, and it serves as a reminder that her legacy will forever burn brightly in our hearts. In writing this tribute, I hope to provide solace and strength to those who mourn her and to shed light on the sacrifices made by our law enforcement officers.

Whiskered Lessons

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 17, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In a classroom of mice, a curious scene,

A lesson unfolds like a vivid dream.

KAT spelled out, exed out in chalk,

Knowledge they seek, wisdom they stalk.

Teacher mouse stands tall, paws outstretched wide,

Tales of feline foes, they can't hide.

Whiskers twitching, eyes filled with doubt,

Students lean in, their minds to tout.

Mice learning from cats, an unusual quest,

A world turned around, put to the test.

Chalk dust settles, as stories unfurl,

Teaching each other, a dance of the squirrel.

Author notes

As I created this poem about the picture of whimsical mice in a classroom, I couldn't help but imagine the unique scenario of them learning about their natural predators. The playful juxtaposition of a chalk-drawn cat, exed out yet still present, along with the determined student mouse standing on the table, painted a vivid picture in my mind. It's a reminder that even in unexpected circumstances, there's always room for curiosity and learning.

Feathers and Forgotten Words

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 17, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Sparrows nestled in pen's spigot,

Tales resting in abandon, oh so snug.

With black ink's flow, I bring words to life,

And with feathered wings, they take to the sky.

Nature's echoes, in dreams of the writer, entwine,

In forgotten spaces, an artistry divine.

Author notes

As I penned this piece, the imagery of sparrows finding shelter within an abandoned spigot resonated deeply. It's a metaphor for the symbiotic relationship between nature and creativity. Thank you for this prompt contest and the opportunity to participate.

Beneath the Mask: A Flawed Heart

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 17, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

In solitude's confining chains, through battles hearts do fight,

In the night's dance, shadows collide with fading light.

Love slips through gentle fingers, like clouds, it drifts away,

Whispers of hopes and shrouds of dreams in night's array.

Within the sphere of night, where dreams and reality entwine,

A delicate tango of hopes and fears, in the depths we find.

A play of light and shadow upon life's intricate stage,

Where the mask of self collides, revealing passions caged.

Let not judgments cloud your gaze, seek the truth beneath the call,

Within this human vessel, where stories rise and fall.

Beyond the surface's facade, where masks and judgments part,

A genuine connection blooms, a compassionate heart.

Author notes

In this poem, I wanted to capture the complexity of emotions that often linger in moments of solitude. The interplay of light and shadow, the fleeting nature of love, and the dance between hopes and fears all reflect the intricacies of our inner lives. By unveiling the mask we wear and seeking understanding beyond judgments, I hope to inspire readers to embrace empathy and cultivate genuine connections.

Traces of Herbal Discovery

by Drakovi Bloodrose on August 16, 2023.  © Drakovi Bloodrose

Through rustling leaves, 'neath twilight's hues,

My heart stirs, as suns diffuse.

On nature's trail, I find my way,

Herbs guide my steps, dawn to day.

With careful craft, I blend and brew,

In life's embrace, I create anew.

A fusion of plants, a potion's chore,

Healing shadows where spirits soar.

Craft beyond herbs, a dance I weave,

Each step a rhythm, as I believe.

Fires blaze, untamed, they prance,

In leaf, root, I find my stance.

Wild's symphony, forms intertwine,

Each leaf, each root, a song, divine.

Through herbs, I stand, a part of Earth's land,

In sunlight's warmth, my spirit's hand.

Layers cast aside, shadows take flight,

Sunlight's touch banishes their night.

In a world's clasp, where rules might churn,

I embrace my truth, as threads adjourn.

Journey profound, unshackled theme,

An herbalist's tale in nature's dream.

From the threads that weave and stream,

Essence revealed, a vibrant gleam.

Author notes

In this poem, I delve into my personal journey as an herbalist, finding my purpose and connection with the natural world. Through carefully chosen words and vivid imagery, I paint a picture of how I navigate the realm of plants, shadows, and self-discovery. The dance of light and darkness, the interplay of elements, and my embrace of nature reflect the essence of my experience. As I craft healing elixirs and immerse myself in the natural realm, I discover a profound sense of self, breaking free from societal boundaries to weave my unique thread into the tapestry of life.