Simply put she was
a child of consequence and faith
gathering laughter
and tiger lilies to bouquet
all along the
Mason Dixon Line
and when she left us
to create her own
lines of demarcation
we mourned in our loss
but multiplied tenfold our love
for tiger lilies and laughter,
gifted in a blue jar
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
and when she left us
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lines of demarcation...
did it for me.
smiles. this makes me think of children leaving home...and the things they leave behind...
ReplyDeleteSpiritual influence trumps physical presence every time. When they are gone we do mourn though but the pain wanes as we adopt the blessings they gave like lilies and laughter. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Brian, made me think of my children as they each headed down the road to a new life. Very sweet and simple, which is the way I like my poetry.
ReplyDeleteThis picture gives me delighted shivers. THen I read the poem.
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Such an imagination. Just wonderful. Kudos.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful. Thanks, BKM. You have talent.
ReplyDeleteBarb,
ReplyDeleteHow very pretty.
Pamela
love it.
ReplyDeletethe image is very refreshing..
your word choices are super lingering and brilliant.
Red lily, blue jar, the new Mason Dixon line? Intriguing poem!
ReplyDeleteVery nice, love the image
ReplyDeleteLoved this beautiful poem so much - so full of love - and I especially love "our love for tiger lilies and laughter, gifted in a blue jar". Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteTwo pretty pictures.
ReplyDeleteBKM,
ReplyDeleteYour poem was a delight to read.
I know the feeling your words evoked within me.
Children leaving 'to walk free', is always an emotional tug.
Best wishes, Eileen
It's like going away to college, and leaving those damned parents behind....**sigh....alright let me stop with the daydreams lol. Lovely piece my friend!!
ReplyDelete:: goes to pick tiger lilies ::
That is one significant line - loved the poem.
ReplyDeletegifted in a blue jar
ReplyDeleteHow many different things can go into such a jar! The sky is the limit...
This is every thing I love in a piece of writing - it tells a story, opens up the imagination to another time and space and leaves one wanting just one stanza more.
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