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What are you doing, now? He asked me peering

up with my line of sight.

I am giving the wisteria a standing ovation!

As he shakes his head

my heart pulls toward admiring

the purple tresses of the vine-

so stunning, arresting in their 

delicate beauty-

sweetly fragrant, vibrant

I want, I yearn

to be such exquisite


and by sheer being

unfold into a radiant 

beacon of such-ness

as to inspire

pause and

peace without


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Characterizations: moving, right on!, well written


  1. Suzy says:

    Beautiful poem, January, a perfect celebration of spring! I love wisteria too, it is so pretty and smells divine, although it lasts for such a short time! Love the idea of giving it a standing ovation! Thank you for this gift!

  2. Marian says:

    January, what a sweet and lovely poem, perfect for a spring celebration. It uplifted my mood!

  3. Lovely January, may we all soon return to those simple, sublime pleasures.
    Stay safe, poet!

  4. Without the first four lines, this would be a beautiful poem; with them, it takes us on a circular journey that’s both sad and uplifting.

    Now excuse me while I go give a standing O to the bearded irises that have popped up next door.

  5. Laurie Levy says:

    Thank you for reminding me that there is beauty in this world. It helps to recognize the simple pleasures that are still there despite this time of anxiety and fear.

  6. Betsy Pfau says:

    Another beauty, January. I was uplifted, just seeing that you had posted to Retrospect! I look out my window here, on the East Coast and see all sorts of things are blooming (they must be hardier; snow is in the forecast tomorrow), but it still brings so much joy to see the world ablaze in color once again.

    “Exquisite authenticity”; incredibly expressive and unusual phrase, one not commonly associated with a blooming vine, but how I loved your use of it. You have a rare talent. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    • Betsy! Your words were warm butter to my winter heart! Thank you for the specifics too-I love to know what lands! here’s another poem I almost submitted:

      I never knew it waited
      Ever patient
      Breathing softly
      Ever still
      Budded blossom
      with the color of the bloom
      just beginning to show

      a promise of unfurling beauty.

      At times of dark catastrophizing
      Or anxiety ridden moments
      Of shadowed teeth-clenching doubt
      In times of grief unfolding
      Or of sorrows waves of pain
      Or of weariness toward death

      it seemed so far from my tender call.

      Of course I felt it vaguely
      Of course I had heard of it in
      the ancient songs
      Of course my people
      tried to make me know it’s
      subtle fragrance

      was ever present

      So when spring’s sunshine
      warmed my bones enough
      for faith and truth to offer
      solace and light to find a way

      inside my heart,

      the blossoming left no room
      for leaving behind the knowing
      that it always waits.
      It always springs forth
      from the seed
      of the core’s planting,
      beyond the boundaries
      of the body/heart/mind
      my truth and my redemption:

      it cannot be unplanted.

      • Betsy Pfau says:

        This has quite a different feel, January. It might even be appropriate for a few weeks from now for the “panic or panacea?” prompt. You eventually calm yourself (and the reader) with the return of spring, but this has much more turmoil and foreboding, as befits this awful Age of COVID-19.

        We are finally reassured that seeds/spring cannot be unplanted, but in the early stanzas you (and our whole world) are anxiety-ridden and catastrophizing about the state of things. Truly appropriate, and ultimately hopeful and redeeming, but with a much darker hue.

  7. John Zussman says:

    I love the idea of stopping to applaud nature. Reminds me of the crowds on Key West who observe and applaud the sunset each night. But I’ll bet the flowers appreciate it more. Thanks for sharing.

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