On Watching an Amaryllis Bloom
A wild patience has taken me this far… Adrienne Rich
A patience expectant,
unconfining,
that is learning
by fingering shapes imagined
an artful piecing
of what has been
since the beginning,
and thought that is now,
and wonder at what could be;
while, oh glory,
intently, purposefully,
ruminating
on the real:
the progressive
trumpeting of
blooming amaryllis jazz
that deepens daily
my hope in beauty.
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2 comments:
I'm not quite sure by what path I made it to your blog but I was truly enchanted - by your words,choice of art, and reflective musings
I, too, like fountain pens
and poetry, and thinks that move me
"Consider the Lilies" - yes, of course, that is what led me - something I clearly recall considering since age 8
and now 52
at 18 walked the "religious" path
and now, on occasion, sneaks a view with one eye
Thank you for the lovely view
Diane in Maine
who once lived near NYC
Diane, welcome, welcome! Thank you for your comment. I am glad you stopped here...by whatever path.
Enjoy the lilies you encounter, blooming portents of coming glory.
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