Poetry Friday020


Hydrangea blooms as a measure of success

As if the chartreuse flower heads of my Annabelle Hydrangea are any indication of gardening prowess, as if size matters.
I did nothing, but you keep telling me that I have something extraordinary in my yard.
Like when it comes to keeping tabs on who does what first, and measuring revelations of God.
I look at my garden and find weedy seeds of envy taking root.
Tell me, who has the bigger sin?

I used to worry less and find happiness with eyes closed and mind open.
I’m certain I once created a masterpiece with a single stroke of Hansa Orange on a page.
A thousand of my brother’s hockey cards clothes-pinned to the spokes of my purple bike was a symphony, wheels turning round and round as I rode, hands off and helmet-less, down the crescent of my suburban street.

As if that were enough to stave off universal laws of time and gravity.
As if The Fall wouldn’t touch me,
Apple juice running down the curve of my young chin.

Lesley-Anne Evans
August 2010

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  1. My new favourite! There is so much in here. It’s so full of good stuff I can’t seem to put it into words to tell you what I love about it but I’m enjoying reading it over. Gosh it would be nice to have a handy book to read it in. :)

    (BTW, I was thinking about your beautiful hydrangea yesterday, wondering where I could plant some at my place.)

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  2. Hey – Words coming to into blossom, too. Havent heard this one before …. Hope that it’s very current … that would be welcomed by you (and me). I like what you are doing with it.

    Hope to hear a word of greeting …. as this may be possible…. to bridge what may seem to be a great divide between us?? A gap in communications over the time of you having several closures and facing new beginnings??? And no real explanation of why this was so. Although, I was in touch from time to time … and I thought you knew there was something overwhelming going on for me!

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