Tuesday, May 16, 2017

To the Lilacs on the Table (a poem)

by Emily Conrad



I’ve cheered for everyone but you.
The daffodils were, to me,
                                yellow sunrise
after a winter of darkness,
and the tulips,
                                pinkened clouds of sunset.

I plucked a leaf of lavender—
Look! It survived!
and crushing it between forefinger and thumb,
I breathed air
fresh like mint, perfumed like lily,
                                oxygen to sustain a mountain climb.
And the peonies.
More than anything, those.
We buried so many last year,
dead stalks weeping across the dirt,
And now they resurrect,
spreading wings, collecting ants.
                               And still I wait for the blooms.

But you stood ignored outside my window
forming green grape clusters,
nourishing them until they blushed purple
                              and burst.
Skeptical, I cut your pillars of flowers,
knowing you’d inevitably wilt,
you’d drop a collection of litter,
and were you even worth the trouble?
                              But you, the undaunted poet,
sit at my dining table and pen
in perfume and memory.
You write of my wedding and first home,
Of childhood nectar and riches I smell
                              but can’t name.
You say it doesn’t matter if I was watching or not.
Just look, you say. Look at us now.



What is your favorite spring flower, or perhaps an unexpected blessing that's made an appearance in your life lately?












To the #Lilacs on the Table, a #poem about spring and unsought blessings via @emilyrconrad

4 comments:

  1. So pretty, I really enjoy your posts. They make my day.

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    1. Thanks so much for following along! Your comments make mine :)

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  2. I LOVE your Lilacs poem! I was so beautiful I could smell it!:)

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    1. Aw, thanks so much for the encouragement! Glad you liked it :)

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