Valentine Wishes…

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A single rose, a dinner, a dance,

a poem, a song, a heart, a chance.

A loving missive

a kiss, a glance–

the world is ours

and we are blessed

if even once

perchance

we have Loved.

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Wishing all of you a Lovely day, full of happiness, hearts and flowers as you go your way…

Love you!  ~ Lily

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Sending Cheer to Thomas…

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This photo is from my archives; all low-lying vegetation here is currently under feet of snow…

Just sending bright flowery greetings and thoughts out to my WordPress friend Thomas (go to his site, here) who is going into the hospital for surgery on Monday.

I am always happy to see him when he visits here, and often I can be found reading in his interesting and compelling little corner of the world. His blog is full of his artistry and history and his posts never cease to amuse, inform, and fascinate me.

My thoughts are with him, and if I could think of something sparkling and cheery enough to match his dry wit and brilliant mind, I’d send that too!

Meanwhile sending warm wishes and prayers your way, Tom.

May you soon happily return to grace your place, and mine.

~ Lily


Dissolution.

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She snuggled close

He was morose

She reclined her head

He stood instead

She only wanted a chance

Not a lover’s dance

He was vacant

when he wasn’t complacent

She finally bid Adieu

To which he said

Wait! Where are you?

By then she was faraway

And he

With pain did pay.

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… and the moral of the story is:  Don’t take Your Love for granted!  : )

~ Lily

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Phototropism…

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Phototropism

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The blanket

becomes too warm and itchy

wrapped tight,

the quiet

sounds loud

at night,

the walls in winter

close in

though framed

and bright–

Your spirit

cannot help but reach

for Light.

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Life: It’s all in the execution…

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Life: It’s All in the Execution…

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Seize the day

with its time to do everything

your way.

But alone is not what you wish,

alone

is not what you crave,

as you sip your organic T

missing the L.C.,

watching couples

in step,

some

lovers an arm’s length apart,

trudging

bickering

with sneers–

how much time

how many years?

A family with

tag-along kids:

mother

shrill, impatient

dad

head down

and you wonder

do they know

do they know what they have?

What they might salvage,

what they can save?

Appreciation

strained,

selfish is a state of mind.

But aloneness

is an execution

stayed.

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This month… may you find love or keep love, cherish love: reap love.

~ Lily

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Love Poems towards Valentine’s Day

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Implore Deux
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How could we
have been made so Loving
if not meant to Love?
It only stands to reason,
I nod to God Above.
And flailing, I seek my purpose,
restless and loveless both.
I wonder at how much grace I have,
and how much Hope.
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Noir 
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Tell me a story from your life
she said.
There is nothing to tell
said he.
I didn’t Live
until I met You.
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Ice
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Subzero
I should not be walking.
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Taut
my skin my face
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Sear
at the fingertips
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Walk fast walk fast
pick up pace.
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Snow hardened
on evergreen
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Like crystal
like lace,
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Warmth
in my little heart
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Smile
on my winter face.
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Christmas Cooking…

 

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First I scrub the small round red potatoes

let them sit in a colander

Christmas card messages

dancing in my head

melt butter

slice in onions, cook until glassy

slightly browned

why

does he say he misses

my smiling face

when he is the one who

forfeited my smiles?

Slice and layer the potatoes

seasoned white sauce

grated aged cheeses

snip fresh herbs atop

ignore the texts

for the time being

from another who is intriguing

but too persistent

too everywhere

and inconsistent

when I need

reliable and

my own time sometimes

to make potatoes au gratin

on the way to Christmas

as busy-ness intersperses with loneliness

as children come and go

we dash

to gatherings, parties, dinners

then I regroup to contemplate

my myriad fates

while singing to myself

Auld Lang Syne

the potatoes smell divine

I take them out early

anyway

to finish baking

Christmas day.

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Hello dear friend.

I hope good things

come your way.

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~ Lily

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