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Dried Flowers In A Seasonal Antique Jar

14 Jan

Dried flowers in winter’s light— brightened by an antique jar.

Flowers picked in the fall, after waiting all summer, to bloom—

Jar dug up, on the other side

of the “tell tale” opening in the stonewall;

an old, late 18-hundreds’s dump, left there —

Many lifetimes’ ago.

I go about my seasonal chores,

I Watch you— waiting for you to fade.

You never do.

My soul curls up in intimacy on the frosted windowsill

Embracing the jar of age; having kept its beauty

 and displaying with pride, its content.

Teach me your resilience, your beauty

From your past, to the presence.

 

I find hope’s secret smile

 In your colors of dried flowers

in winter’s reflection held in my antique jar.

(Helping me understand all the promises, winter carries.

From it’s off Spring, to this coming year’s honeymoon…to its encore.

 

Shorter days and longer nights cannot sustain its post

Against the emergence of summer— and longer days.

 

Unannounced by frost melting into dew

the first wave of spring—

Then, trumpeted through picnics and summer parades—

And, the last wave leaves,

with colorful banners exiting through Fall.)

I sketch this last season’ thoughts— dried flowers

reflecting winter’s delight— smiling this evening,

Looking forward to another beautiful tomorrow;

As reflected in an Antique jar.

I go about.

I Watch you— waiting for you to fade.

You never do.

Until I put you out where we first left

And clean the jar again, in late May.

dry-flowers-winter

Charcoal and colored pencil sketch by R.K. Garon

 

 

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18 responses to “Dried Flowers In A Seasonal Antique Jar

  1. Maureen Sudlow

    January 14, 2017 at 9:42 pm

    beautiful

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    January 15, 2017 at 11:59 am

    I like the dried flower as a way to overcome the winter. Love it.

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  3. Sherry Marr

    January 15, 2017 at 12:00 pm

    ZQ, how did I not know you are also an artist? Your sketch is so beautiful. I love the lines about your soul curling up on the windowsill, and the repetition of “waiting for you to fade. You never do.” The antique jar can be likened to our aging bodies as well, housing spirits which are also not fading.

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  4. C.C.

    January 15, 2017 at 2:26 pm

    Absolutely stunning, ZQ 🙂

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  5. humbirdstar

    January 15, 2017 at 3:16 pm

    Sounds like beautiful music….wow, sketch is magical…

    Liked by 1 person

     
  6. Iris

    January 15, 2017 at 5:22 pm

    How beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  7. Laura Bloomsbury

    January 15, 2017 at 5:31 pm

    Marvellous lines in words and sketch – I love the way you ‘go about your seasonal chores’ throughout but the jar is the still point to it all

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  8. magicalmysticalteacher

    January 15, 2017 at 6:10 pm

    This jar…where did you find it? 😉

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    • ZQ

      January 16, 2017 at 11:44 am

      dug it up at an abandoned farm.Usually can find where they “dump” stuff by following the property stone wall to a small break in it.

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  9. thotpurge

    January 15, 2017 at 8:24 pm

    My soul curls up in intimacy on the frosted windowsill…so beautiful!

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  10. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES

    January 15, 2017 at 10:27 pm

    Wow. I just emptied the dried flowers from a vase I dug out of an old landfill 40 years ago. the dried flowers were about that old. They didn’t fade but got too dusty! You vase and flowers are l ike an oracle.

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  11. Rall

    January 16, 2017 at 1:31 am

    That beautiful memory will never fade. Seems it will be with you forever to enjoy and sustain you through the advancing years. Heartfelt poem tinged with sadness loss yet acceptance.Courage mon vieux !
    PS
    Love the sketch !

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  12. sanaarizvi

    January 16, 2017 at 6:10 am

    I love the idea of a dried flower as means of overcoming winter 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

     
  13. Jae Rose

    January 16, 2017 at 7:42 am

    What a beautiful title, poem and thought – the very best things belong in a jar where we can watch and treasure them

    Liked by 1 person

     
  14. kaykuala h

    January 16, 2017 at 8:28 am

    Until I put you out where we first left
    And clean the jar again, in late May.

    Dried flowers should sustain itself until cleaning time in May! Lots of time to go! Wonderful sketch ZQ!

    Hank

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  15. Kerry O'Connor

    January 16, 2017 at 9:24 am

    Teach me your resilience, your beauty
    From your past, to the presence.

    So many wonderful observations of the flowers, but this one really stood out for me.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  16. Paul Andrew Russell

    January 16, 2017 at 2:21 pm

    ‘…My soul curls up in intimacy on the frosted windowsill…’ What a wonderful line. 🙂

    Beautiful writing, as always, ZQ.

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  17. Susan

    January 17, 2017 at 1:08 pm

    “. . . My soul curls up in intimacy . . .” learning from by being near, by drawing, by serving, by breathing, by stillness. How lovely, and how true.

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