The season is late that I missed these ones! The Climbing Rose should be on all of our walls! And the plant in the wrong place, yep, truth all day long. We had some chatty daffodils last spring and I don't think they've had the last word! Good listening!
Lovely! I really like how you let nature speak in different voices, making this a well composed triptych. I especially liked the words of the bougainvillea, when she says
"But first
write down what I'm telling you, read it to others,"
I remember the “listen to Nature” prompt! What you heard was a hoot! So perfect! I love the effusive climbing rose and grumpy bougainvillea. Fun to live those experiences with you through your words. Neighborhood nature coming to life…you could do a whole series on that. So cool how nature was even more chatty in the quiet of the shutdown.
I love how you listened to the plants you met on your walk and received good advice from them! If only all of us could do that from time to time, since their time is different from ours, that could help put things in perspective for us. Thanks!
There's real perspective in listening to plants - especially since they're so busy singing about their own lives, and our needs and demands for wisdom don't actually impress them much. When I can get out of my own way and listen to what they're singing about their own lives, it turns out there's wisdom there for me after all. ❤️
I love this/these! I’ve been paying attention to the scents of things this spring - really paying attention. They are different every morning, like the flowers have been conferring all night and drawing straws to see who will shine in the morning. Luscious fragrances. Soon will be jasmine and honeysuckle.
Anyway -- if I want to share your poems with my writing group, I like to credit the author. Do you have a name other than 26th Avenue Poet?
How wonderful that the flowers are talking to you with their fragrances, Terri!
I'd be honored to have my poems shared with your writing group. "Somebody who posts on Substack as '26th Avenue Poet' " is enough name to go on with. 😉 Thanks for asking.
The season is late that I missed these ones! The Climbing Rose should be on all of our walls! And the plant in the wrong place, yep, truth all day long. We had some chatty daffodils last spring and I don't think they've had the last word! Good listening!
Gosh those plant poems are fun and sad and angry. thanks for those
Lovely! I really like how you let nature speak in different voices, making this a well composed triptych. I especially liked the words of the bougainvillea, when she says
"But first
write down what I'm telling you, read it to others,"
That sounded so familiar!
Great write!
I remember the “listen to Nature” prompt! What you heard was a hoot! So perfect! I love the effusive climbing rose and grumpy bougainvillea. Fun to live those experiences with you through your words. Neighborhood nature coming to life…you could do a whole series on that. So cool how nature was even more chatty in the quiet of the shutdown.
“”Climbing Rose” as it grows upward, thankful for where it was planted, I can just hear it
proclaiming its love!
“Bougainvillea “displays its regrets to the geniuses who planted me against a north wall”.
Advice is obvious: “if I manage no other color…if I never bloom and seed..”
Elizabeth—if only, if only, the geniuses could hear you!
Humans have more opportunities than bougainvilleas do to transplant and water themselves. Thank goodness for that, right? Love you, Looocinda.
Woo indeed. Great outcome.
Hey, CB! Love you.
I love how you listened to the plants you met on your walk and received good advice from them! If only all of us could do that from time to time, since their time is different from ours, that could help put things in perspective for us. Thanks!
There's real perspective in listening to plants - especially since they're so busy singing about their own lives, and our needs and demands for wisdom don't actually impress them much. When I can get out of my own way and listen to what they're singing about their own lives, it turns out there's wisdom there for me after all. ❤️
I love this/these! I’ve been paying attention to the scents of things this spring - really paying attention. They are different every morning, like the flowers have been conferring all night and drawing straws to see who will shine in the morning. Luscious fragrances. Soon will be jasmine and honeysuckle.
Anyway -- if I want to share your poems with my writing group, I like to credit the author. Do you have a name other than 26th Avenue Poet?
How wonderful that the flowers are talking to you with their fragrances, Terri!
I'd be honored to have my poems shared with your writing group. "Somebody who posts on Substack as '26th Avenue Poet' " is enough name to go on with. 😉 Thanks for asking.