This week I don't have any open tabs I'm cleaning up; instead, I'm sharing some photos that my friends continue to send after my appeal for daffodils, along with what I wrote about them. It doesn't fit my NPM theme, exactly, but it does fit my love for spring flowers and friends who send me photos of them.
My daughter came through with daffodil photos, when the daffodils finally bloomed in her northern home.
Daffodils bow down
Honoring the passing wind
Worshipping the sun
Kay McGriff sent me this photo:
Demure yellow bloom
Looks shyly down at the ground
Hides her blushing face
Carol Trachsel sent me this photo, explaining that this house has been falling apart ever since she moved in nearby, twenty years ago. Every year the daffodils bloom.
The house’s skeleton,
open to the sky,
has let any ghosts that remained
into the atmosphere
There are no echoes of arguments,
no smells from burned dinners,
but in the garden
the roots still live
and every year
the daffodils reappear,
brief bright visitors
and the sore back
of the gardener who planted them
more than twenty years ago.
I took this photo of my Easter flowers, sadly discarded. I wrote a golden shovel for this photo, taking a Shakespeare quote as my starting point.
For Easter this year I had lilies
standing tall and proud with that
Easter Sunday glory, but sadly they fester
quickly, and when they start to smell
it’s a betrayal that something so pure could sink so far,
the way when someone you love leaves you it’s worse
than an insult from a random stranger. Look, a stinky pile, worse than
a wedding bouquet made entirely of poison ivy and weeds.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
My friend Jill filled my Facebook wall with spring flowers again this week, and though I didn't write about them this time, they made me so happy. She said I could share some with you.
Today's last photo is completely different from the others, since it comes from a completely different place. My friend Azeem sent it one morning (my time), saying that he'd been listening to Paul Simon while getting ready for a party for his employees, and Paul Simon made him think of me. The photo took me right there to Kenya.
View of Mount Eburu and Lake Naivasha, March 2021
Sky sky sky sky sky sky sky
Here are my other NPM posts from this week:
On Sunday I dreamed a world.
On Monday I had some Auden, and some me.
On Tuesday there were Haitian bird sounds.
On Thursday, I posted a poem about moving.
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3 Mary Lee at A Year of Reading
4 Donna Smith at Mainly Write
5 Irene Latham at Live your Poem
6 Jan Godown Annino at BookseedStudio
7 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
8 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
9 Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche
10 Molly Hogan at Nix the Comfort Zone
11 Buffy Silverman
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13 Jone Rush MacCulloch
14 Susan Bruck at Soul Blossom Living
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18 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
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21 Leigh Anne Eck at A Day in the Life
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23 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
24 Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference
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28 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
29 Christie Wyman at Wondering and Wondering
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