• lenten journal: flower show

    by  • March 27, 2013 • grief, hope, lenten journal, poetry • 4 Comments

    by now in most marches — at least at this latitude
    Easter is made to look like a foregone conclusion

    new life springing forth in every bed and byway
    as though resurrection were as natural as daffodils

    but this year the dirt has stayed as cold as bones
    and the daffodils duped into blooming all alone

    so I bend down and whisper into their yellow bells
    a story I know about a snow covered cemetery and

    children digging for eggs one Easter morning up
    north where spring shows up a long time after Jesus

    the little ones laughed among the grave stones
    and ran like Mary barreling back to tell the others

    I was there, I say, I saw life among the tombs yet all
    they do is bask in the beauty of their short little lives



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    4 Responses to lenten journal: flower show

    1. March 27, 2013 at 11:03 pm

      That is just beautiful, Milton, thank you.


    2. March 28, 2013 at 12:13 am

      Lovely. Thank you.

    3. Mitch Payton
      March 28, 2013 at 3:08 am

      I *have* to point this out: if you ever read this poem aloud, you should know that the correct – read, “correct” – pronunciation of “short-lived” is with a long ‘i’. In other words, “short-lived” (or “short lived”, or whatever you want, typograhically) uses the pronunciation of “live” as in a “live concert”, not “live” as in “live well” … Sorry for bein’ nitpicky, but it’s been a pet peeve of mine for a LOOOOONG time …. AND i think it changes the poetics of yer final line … So, there’s my two cents – or, “too sense” depending on how you “read” it (ha ha! just cracked myself up!) ….

      • March 28, 2013 at 8:23 am

        Good point, Mitch. I was taking some poetic license with the last few words in that regard, but now you’ve given me something to think about.


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