Sunday, July 11, 2010

I wrote the following poem after doing some yardwork. I guess it is my version of "take time to smell the roses." In this case, it's lilacs.

I Never See the Lilacs

I never see the lilacs bloom
though they grow in my backyard.
Orange lilies burst upon the scene
yet they don't catch my eye.
The daffodils can wave and wave,
but they'll get no reply.
All this unfolds so close to me,
it seems impossible to miss.
But it's easy to overlook what's near
when you're focused on what's next.

10 comments:

  1. Oooh, so true! True about many aspects of our lives, don't you think?
    Thanks for linking this up with the TALU, Michelle!

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    1. Writing has helped me see so many of the interesting things that are in my life everyday if I just take a little time to notice them.

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  2. I love it! And you're so right that it's easy to overlook what's near when you're focused on what's next.
    TALU

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    1. Thanks, Kristi, and thanks for stopping by from TALU.

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  3. Excellent. So when you are outside like that, do you have a notepad handy or does it come to you later?

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    1. This one came later, Kenya, but I like the idea of having a notepad and pen among my gardening tools! TALU

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  4. Sooooooooo true! I'm very bad about that. It's sometimes actually scary - I'll be driving somewhere and suddenly think about where I am only to realize that I've already crossed a bridge or negotiated a rotary or something that I wasn't even aware of. It's like we get set on auto pilot. Have to disagree with you about the lilacs though - I don't get to see those because my brother-in-law and nephew keep mowing over them!! LOL

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    1. Ouch, maybe they need to slow down a little bit! Thanks for stopping by from TALU, Chris.

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  5. I love this, Michelle! Too true. Of course I thought of the Whitman poem when I read about the lilacs, Wordsworth with daffodils, tiger lilies...Ms Emily, of course. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/30/arts/design/30dickinson.html?_r=0 Talu-ho!

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    1. Thanks, Lara. I consider Ms. Emily my Guardian Poet. TALU

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