| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/19/08 at 01:44 PM You have a symphony of nature here. I'm not sure I'll ever think of a flower blooming quite in the same way. In many ways, your wife is the instrument here to a grand and glorious premiere, yet it's one both of you have found some measure of pleasure in - just in different ways. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/19/08 at 02:01 PM The feel of this work captures the wonder of it, and how we take it for granted sometimes. Gorgeous, Glenn! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/19/08 at 06:38 PM Excellent. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/20/08 at 11:00 AM there is such a Keatsian feel to this ode. it nurtures as it guides us into the beauty of the seeming miniscule occurrence which seem ever to escape our gazing, we being too focused on the grandiose to take much notice. I think all things should be razed to the ground which do not nurture and guide us as does this ode and lovingly so. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/23/08 at 06:09 PM Nature is a wonderous thing as is your poem of it....CharMin |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/20/08 at 10:14 PM I'd call this and ode to lavendar. Beautifully expressed. The poem exudes the ever miarcle of seed to plant to flower and the marvelous changes of seasons. |
