One Single Impression - Flowering
April 28, 2008 by thisgirlremembers

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Yellow jasmine scent
Lingers at the old porch swing
As I think of her
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Family connections
Grow fuller in our sorrow
Loss’s blossoming
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Midwestern transplant
Cannot wrap her mind around
Flowers in winter
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Reminiscing she
Breathes in the heady lilac
Scent of her childhood
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Delicate blossoms
In their transience teach us how
To love and let go
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These are all wonderful. I especially enjoyed the last one, with “teach us how to love and let go”. It is a beautiful line and so true.
Good, good, good, good, and good! No, the one about the lilac is great, I can relate to it so well. The scent of lilac to me, brings back the spring of 1968 in a flash.
I really enjoyed your poems!
Every one of these is exquisite. I think I love (LOVE, not like) the first and last the best. Thank you for these and the equally exquisite photos. What a sacred moment you have created here.
These are absolutely superb - each with depth and high quality. Lovely work!
“Cannot wrap her mind around
Lingers at the old porch swing
To love and let go”..Thank U..
I can hear the creak of a porch swing and then silence as I read these wonderful pieces.
I really like the first one. Such a wonderful image of the porch swing, jasmine, and memories.
Each one was delicate like the flowers they represented - simply exquisite.
The last one is so beautiful, they are all very good, but that one really touched my heart. Exquisite photographs too.
Stunning photography and poems. I love the last one- flowers are transcient, but so are humans. Beautiful work. And such crisp, vivid colors in the photos.
So bittersweet. I sense a story waiting to unfold . . . A story I would love to read.
miraculous, the photo, the words, particularly this one…
“Midwestern transplant
Cannot wrap her mind around
Flowers in winter”
midwestern transplants all over, even up here where we get the most wonderful wild flowers but only for a fleeting moment during a poor imitation of summer.