The Widow’s Gorgeous Flowerbeds Her investment in beauty earns dividends she may never realize in this lifetime ***** by Lori Lipsky Related poems you may enjoy: Haiku 03 The Widow on the Block Monet's Grainstacks in Bright Sunlight The Widow
Devotion Devotion is better measured by time than enthusiasm ****** by Lori Lipsky Happy 60th Anniversary, Mom and Dad. *Married June 6, 1953* Congratulations!
Haiku 23
Reading lamp switched off—
Longing for her husband’s snore
My widowed neighbor
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One is Loved, One is Hated The steady all-day tap tap tap of rain on drought-parched land and roofs The steady all-day plunk plunk plunk of rain on flood-drenched land and roofs ***** by Lori Lipsky photo: Okea/istockphoto
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A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, Georges Seurat, 1884, oil on canvas
The Demanding Wife by Lori Lipsky Get me to Chicago for A Sunday on La Grande Jatte Take me to Chicago —to the island— for Seurat If we can’t transport to '84 if you won’t fly me to Grand Paris, then drive me to Chicago to the Institute of Art— the museum in Chicago, for A Sunday with Seurat
After Mother’s Day robins will get their worm flowers will have their turn eternal winter will finish firm— after Mother’s Day No Doubt Before the end of Winter Eternal the robins sang a deceptive song crocuses poked up their greens the Midwest smiled, then more snow fell…and more but Midwesterners know without a doubt eternity ends without a doubt and it’s safe to plant without a doubt since winter dies until next year without a doubt— after Mother’s Day *****
I was raised in southern Wisconsin, and I descend from a line of Iowan farmers. Growing up I learned that it’s never safe to plant until after Mother’s Day (and even then, you might be smart to wait a bit). These two poems are dedicated to my northern friends who’ve experienced snow this week. ~Lori
photo:Tobias Keckel/istockphoto
Haiku 22
heavy spring rain
soaks last year’s flowerbed—
thirsty bulbs
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by Lori Lipsky
I’m over at the Barn Door dreaming and writing about roses from a Midwestern perspective. Click here to see my photos of roses from Sonoma County, CA and Portland, Oregon, the City of Roses.
I can’t wait to see roses around my Wisconsin neighborhood. It’s been an almost-eternal winter, but it won’t be long now…the crocus and tulip greens are up in front of my house.
Your comments over at the Barn Door are appreciated. Thank you friends for your support! ~Lori
My short poem “In Giverny” has been chosen for publication by Four and Twenty. Their April 2013 issue including my poem was released today. I’m excited to be part of their National Poetry Month celebration.To see the issue you can click here.
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Monet’s Grainstacks in Bright Sunlight
