The Sisterhood

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This year’s hanging baskets

The Sisterhood

Perhaps it’s because of my name that I feel such a kinship with flowers. I notice them like my husband notices vintage cars. Their colorful allure tugs at my camera — snap, snap, adjust, focus …snap. I need to own them, take them home.

There I parade them on my computer screen in all their bearded, belled and bonneted beauty.  I enlarge them to look deep inside their secret rooms. I admire this pink rhodo’s wine freckles and that one’s variegated peach-to-cream petals. My currant’s blossoms have blood-red anthers on needle-slim stamens. These hydrangeas are filigree that could tiara a bride. Jester tulips and pinwheel petunias make me grin. And see those magnolias? They’re opening like one peels a banana!

I spend a couple of garden hours on Saturday settling Impatiens, Nicotiana and Dusty Miller for the summer. After the long winter exile, it feels like a family reunion.

© 2012 by Violet Nesdoly

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I wrote this prose poem for my Volta poetry group last spring (when we set ourselves a prose poem assignment). I planted this year’s garden last Friday and felt the same sense of kinship.

This poem is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Linda at TeacherDance.

18 thoughts on “The Sisterhood

  1. ….and don’t you LOVE their names? I love click, clicking those delicate miracles! Smiles, sister! ‘They’re opening like one peels a banana!’…love it:)

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    • Thanks Janet. I know you feel the same way about the lovely things that surround you from reading your poems and seeing the lovely photos on your blog. Life is full of beauty, isn’t it!

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  2. I feel that same way about garden peas — when I see them tall and covered with flowers I feel like a vital member of the family has come back home.

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    • Thank you, Tabatha. Seeing opened up in a new way when I got my digital camera. It’s wonderful to be able to take all those details home, empty them into my computer, and explore!

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  3. “filigree that could tiara a bride” – love the verbification, love the piece. There is a small cottage community near me with several houses in a row that vie for most bountiful garden. Whenever I walk through there, whether in a hurry or not, I’m compelled to stop, look and see.

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