Ode to Lantana
I adore lovely lantana
Growing in my garden bright
Yellow, pink, orange, and red
with accents of lobelia
The summer sun beats down hot
From a sky blue like Montana
But lantana stands strong and tall
sparkling like the galleria
If only I had my own cabana
steps from a cooling pool
with delicacies delivered like manna
By a waiter named Arnold or Ted
Don’t think me a naive pollyanna
I’m content on my deck instead
• This poem is a bref double.
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Intriguing. I like the inconsistent rhyme. Why Arnold or Ted? They don’t rhyme or alliterate, so is it a reference to something? Or are they types of lantana? Or maybe I’m just not supposed to know…
Ted rhymes with red and instead. The bref double has 3 possible rhyme schemes. All 3 are odd.
Lovely poem, lovely picture! Leaves me wondering why I don’t have any lantana these days. Thanks for sharing 🙂
It’s probably because I’ve bought it all!