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They bloom, even in the rain.
I find my Picasso mug, named "Heart",
my mother’s gift.
And the cobalt blue bottle, a friend’s gift.
Then the green ginger jar,
the Florida Water glass bottle, unearthed
from a landfill, somewhere.
Summer on every sill.
What I remember. What I have forgotten.
This sweet bloom.
© by Wendy Morton.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Wendy Morton believes that poetry is the shortest distance between hearts. She has five books of poetry, and a memoir, Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast, in which her adventures as a corporate sponsored poet are revealed. Her latest book of poetry, What Were Their Dreams, is a book of photo-poems of Canada's history. Wendy is the founder of Canada’s Random Acts of Poetry project, and is the recipient of the 2010 Spirit Bear Award and the Golden Beret Award. For her day job, Wendy has been an insurance investigator for the last 28 years. She lives in Sooke, B.C. and is a raven watcher. Learn more about Wendy here.
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trailpny:
"What I remember. What I have forgotten." This line anchors the poem, balances with the scent of sweet peas floating on the other end. How lovely. Thank-you Wendy!
Posted 08/09/2011 10:52 AM
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batya:
That words can create the image which remembers the scent, the touch, the delicacy of the sweet pea--how amazing is poetry! Summer on the sill indeed. Thank you Wendy!
Posted 08/06/2011 09:51 AM
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Cynthia Woodman Kerkham:
This poem is as delicate and fragrant as its subject. "Summer on every sill", ah! Masterful.
Posted 08/06/2011 09:37 AM
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Jennifer W:
I am in Buenos Aires and winter lingers. Wendy's poem brings a welcome splash of colour.
Posted 08/04/2011 11:30 AM
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lily.diamond@gmail.com:
Sweet peas and words change everything, always.
Posted 08/04/2011 01:17 AM
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Karen Chester:
This poem shall catch my dreams tonight ...
Posted 08/04/2011 01:13 AM
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mary ann mulhern:
They bloom,even in the rain- such a hopeful, lovely
image to begin this poem of colour- all the wonder
of summer! I can see and smell those blooms as if
they bless my window! Congratulations Wendy!
Mary Ann Mulhern
Posted 08/03/2011 07:36 PM
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beachstone:
Your words are a perfect match with those sweet peas!! Thank you Wendy!
Posted 08/03/2011 07:05 PM
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sstenson:
Wendy finds beauty everywhere--that's why we love her poems. I can smell the sweetpeas if I put my nose close to the screen. Thanks Dailypoem!
Posted 08/03/2011 07:01 PM
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cfunk:
This poem sets a small bouquet of sweet peas on the sill of my mind's eye.
Posted 08/03/2011 05:42 PM
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leslie m:
a beauty of a poem. and a a beauty of a photo. thanks Wendy
Posted 08/03/2011 12:51 PM
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Grace Cockburn:
I love Wendy's ability to render the exquisiste in small, everyday moments. Luscious.
Posted 08/03/2011 12:37 PM
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gisela2:
"Summer on every sill/What I remember. What I have forgotten./This sweet bloom."
Colour and weather and memory. Bittersweet. thanks for a lovely poem Wendy! Gisela Ruebsaat
Posted 08/03/2011 09:48 AM
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DavidFraser:
A beautiful poem, Wendy. Thanks.
- David Fraser
Posted 08/03/2011 08:49 AM
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Reganz:
I can smell their lovely scent in your words and in your picture.
Posted 08/03/2011 08:25 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
Wonderful!
Posted 08/03/2011 08:10 AM
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mimi:
lovely X 2!
Posted 08/03/2011 07:47 AM
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Janet Leahy:
I grew up with vines of sweet peas and now a part of my father's plant blooms in my garden. Your poem stirs memories, thanks.
Posted 08/03/2011 07:04 AM
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tannerlynne:
thank you for this poem and the photo. They have lifted my heart. I have cobalt blue bottles on my window sill and in my poems but no sweet peas. LST
Posted 08/03/2011 06:44 AM
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