I would fit into that demographic. I just appreciate people who are good at whatever they do. It’s really easy to appreciate folks who excel at a fine art.
I can’t believe how many amazing writers I’ve met in just a few months. So grateful I stumbled into the platform, you and many other fine writers.
Am I biased because of a great fondness for the gorgeous variety in lilacs? I love scent memory - walking into a room and suddenly getting a whiff of something that sparks a time traveling, intense, memory that lasts to brief a time?
I truly enjoyed this poem. An honor to Lillian’s and life affirming.
Scent is always such a strong memory trigger for me. It's quite crazy how emotions can be so latched to a single scent. Yesterday, I walked past someone in the city who happened to be wearing a perfume someone I knew at uni wore. Even though I haven't seen that person for 20 years, that smell transported me back to university and being there with them.
The cosmos is spinning as it should. If we let it, wonderful things happen. At least for me, when I pick up the stirring stick, things go sideways. Patience, not one of my wheelhouse qualities.
Beautiful celebration of love and the yet speaks of enjoying the transient nature of - well, lilacs, or love . Brief but nevertheless committed to returning…
Lovely poem celebrating lilacs and love. My mother’s lilac blossomed like Hudson’s photo. The poem and the photo brought back memories of both. Thank you, Brian & Hudson!
There’s something sentimental about lilacs to every resident of North America. I think of the women of the settlers. Obviously cooked, cleaned, mothered, doctored, Lord only knows what else. Yet somehow kept a cutting of Grandma‘s lilac alive to plant at the new Homestead.
Thank you. In truth, I simply furnished Brian the shot. It’s all him. Not just wonderful prose, but page design is perfect. The OCD in me appreciates that beyond all measure.
I believe it a safe assumption Mizzou J school would be proud of Brian. Alumni or not. 😉
She would kick your butt if you called it “a little thing” in her presence. . She spends 22 hours a week in the gym as an ACE certified spinning instructor and BodyFlow professor.
Just a heads up.
lololol
I’m positive her editing skills are brilliant also. That’s what she does now on her own. I think she inherited a little generational money. Good for her. She’s Lucidity, editing and layout. Santa Fe, NM.
I think mostly she travels and writes about it. Good gig if you can get it!
One of my serial monogamy partners had the degree that I mentioned. She did that exact thing as layout editor for both Christie’s Great Estates, latter Stereophile Magazine. If nothing else, I like to think I see what I’m looking at. I know with complete certainty, it was carefully and wonderfully crafted.
Hudson, there is something about your choices: the light, the angle, the composition. Flowers are easy subjects; they are just so beautiful. But your photograph is more than that. I hope you take the compliment.🌱
This is an evocative combination--well done, Brian & Hudson! Such a nostalgic flower for me. We had a tall, purple lilac bush in the backyard of my childhood home. My mom used to cut blossoms, fill vases, and put them all over the house: on the dining room table, in the entry hall, and in little vases on each bedside table. I would drift off to sleep on a cloud of that special, once-a-year scent. 💜
You’re a true professional. I’m feeling a little out of my depth. Don’t remember the last time that occurred. ;)
Thank Hudson, I enjoy doing it! It’s fun to meet people here who appreciate writing!
I would fit into that demographic. I just appreciate people who are good at whatever they do. It’s really easy to appreciate folks who excel at a fine art.
I can’t believe how many amazing writers I’ve met in just a few months. So grateful I stumbled into the platform, you and many other fine writers.
Am I biased because of a great fondness for the gorgeous variety in lilacs? I love scent memory - walking into a room and suddenly getting a whiff of something that sparks a time traveling, intense, memory that lasts to brief a time?
I truly enjoyed this poem. An honor to Lillian’s and life affirming.
YES. At least for me. Olfactory is THE memory trigger!!!
Scent is always such a strong memory trigger for me. It's quite crazy how emotions can be so latched to a single scent. Yesterday, I walked past someone in the city who happened to be wearing a perfume someone I knew at uni wore. Even though I haven't seen that person for 20 years, that smell transported me back to university and being there with them.
Indeed. Well said.
It worked for Proust as well.
Thank you 💫
I love the unbroken flow from the beauty of the more general to the personal, and all in a few short lines. Wonderful!
Thank you! I’m proud of this one. It just popped out a year or so ago…nice when that happens.
The cosmos is spinning as it should. If we let it, wonderful things happen. At least for me, when I pick up the stirring stick, things go sideways. Patience, not one of my wheelhouse qualities.
As if you didn’t know? lolol
Maybe patience isn't necessary, just permission.
Beautiful celebration of love and the yet speaks of enjoying the transient nature of - well, lilacs, or love . Brief but nevertheless committed to returning…
You captured my feelings far better than I could have put into words, Patris. That's exactly how I felt when reading this.
Thanks for sharing this one, Brian, and lovely photo to go with it, Hudson.
Thanks Nathan!
Well said!
Because we’re fools or romantics?
Do they have to be mutually exclusive? ;)
God no
She says while looking at me.
😉
Lovely poem celebrating lilacs and love. My mother’s lilac blossomed like Hudson’s photo. The poem and the photo brought back memories of both. Thank you, Brian & Hudson!
I love hearing that, thanks Paul!
Thank you for saying that Paul. I must defer to Brian. He made me look good.
There’s something sentimental about lilacs to every resident of North America. I think of the women of the settlers. Obviously cooked, cleaned, mothered, doctored, Lord only knows what else. Yet somehow kept a cutting of Grandma‘s lilac alive to plant at the new Homestead.
We had a lilac by the door for years until she gave up. My husband dug her up and gave me her roots, twirled like licorice whips.
I love making something cool out of a toss away item to most. Kudos to him!!!
Kindred
Brian, what a gorgeous collaboration. 🌱
You plus Hudson plus lilac, plus sun and soil and so much more.
Thank you for giving Lilac her pronoun.❤️
Thank you. In truth, I simply furnished Brian the shot. It’s all him. Not just wonderful prose, but page design is perfect. The OCD in me appreciates that beyond all measure.
I believe it a safe assumption Mizzou J school would be proud of Brian. Alumni or not. 😉
Thanks for recognizing the page design! The little things matter 👍
She would kick your butt if you called it “a little thing” in her presence. . She spends 22 hours a week in the gym as an ACE certified spinning instructor and BodyFlow professor.
Just a heads up.
lololol
I’m positive her editing skills are brilliant also. That’s what she does now on her own. I think she inherited a little generational money. Good for her. She’s Lucidity, editing and layout. Santa Fe, NM.
I think mostly she travels and writes about it. Good gig if you can get it!
One of my serial monogamy partners had the degree that I mentioned. She did that exact thing as layout editor for both Christie’s Great Estates, latter Stereophile Magazine. If nothing else, I like to think I see what I’m looking at. I know with complete certainty, it was carefully and wonderfully crafted.
Hudson, there is something about your choices: the light, the angle, the composition. Flowers are easy subjects; they are just so beautiful. But your photograph is more than that. I hope you take the compliment.🌱
Flattery will get you everywhere……😉
Most certainly. Being away from the Midwest for 35 years has allowed me to except a compliment with a bit of Grace. ;)
Hi sample use the basic rules of backlight in the framing of the golden ratio. That’s about it. But yeah, plant sex is gorgeous!! lol
The pronoun happened naturally when I wrote this a year ago. Now, thanks to your writing, I would do it intentionally!
kinship
anticipating
via your tender scented words
and petals
the lilac tree
across the road
greening itself
it is I
the awaited one
as my beloved man
returns on Friday
beautiful blossoms
fresh as my soul
bouquet
for our tenth anniversary
Lilac
in the flesh
in this moment
Brilliant, Ms Deborah! 🙏
I was immediately struck by
" When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed." Thanks for your poem and the thread provoked.
Mr. Whitman knew what he was doing!
I am remiss, Malcolm. Your recent work has been brilliant!! Thank you.
Nay. Not remiss. Just busy.
Been there.
Be well.
I sincerely appreciate your graciousness. Still, I should endeavor to do better. I found time to consume it……….
This is an evocative combination--well done, Brian & Hudson! Such a nostalgic flower for me. We had a tall, purple lilac bush in the backyard of my childhood home. My mom used to cut blossoms, fill vases, and put them all over the house: on the dining room table, in the entry hall, and in little vases on each bedside table. I would drift off to sleep on a cloud of that special, once-a-year scent. 💜
Sounds about perfect😊
So kind of you. Appreciate it!!
Nice collaboration!
Thanks!
That's really great. It beautifully captures how powerful scents can be and how they can trigger memories. Nice job... 😎
Bryan is an exceptionally fine writer.
Thanks Chris!
double beauty
i just like it.
Thanks!
Me too! Brian is a fine writer!!!
I can smell the lilacs when I read your poem! Thank you!
Thank you!
My pleasure! ♥️
Me2!!!
This is lovely. The last couplet and what precedes it.
Thanks!
My favorite scent!!
It’s a good one!