Saturday, June 12, 2010

...a bouquet of peonies just for you...



Peonies


This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open -
pools of lace,
white and pink -
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities -
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again -
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?


~Mary Oliver



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16 comments:

  1. A lovely post Bonnie. Aren't those peonies gorgeous?
    '...as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
    and they open -
    pools of lace,
    white and pink -...'
    What a vision!

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  2. a beautiful thought for this saturday morning...an pretty picture to go with them...i will unfold today thouh the ant chew at me...smiles.

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  3. HI BONNIE-

    so beautiful and so powerful your words in poetry - in tribute to nature in all it's mysterious wonder and truth. "Thank you"

    Love Gail
    peace and hope

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  4. What a beautiful poem! Love those pictures, too! My mom used to say that the ants are the ones responsible for opening up all the buds. I just remember having to "shake" the peonies before bringing them into the house; otherwise we'd be sure to have ants crawling across the table! LOL!

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  5. Another excellent collage Bonnie.

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  6. Gorgeous - poetry and peonies. Thanks, Bonnie.

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  7. I LOVE THE POEM...I LOVE THE PHOTO COLLAGE...I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE PEONIES!!!!!! This post hits it out of the ballpark for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for starting my weekend off JUST RIGHT!!! Love you, Janine XO

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  8. Lovely poem and images to go along with. Are you shooting these photos with the new gear? how has it been coming along for you?

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  9. Hey Gary - most of the shots in that collage are from the Canon point and shoot - a couple are from the Nikon SLR. Frankly, I am disappointed and have not picked up the camera in two days. Decided painting was more rewarding for the moment.

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  10. Beautiful. Sort of makes me want to be ant (actually, being Mary Oliver would be terrific, but seems impossible)

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  11. better a peony
    than to p on me!



    Aloha ha ha from Waikiki

    Comfort Spiral

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  12. Beautiful flowers.. your garden is a treasure.

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  13. Oh that Mary! nailed it again! Our peonies are just beginning to burst and the ants are abundant!They used to freak me out, moving and crawling madly, like punctuation in a frenzy....As long as they stay on the peony I am fine with them.When they march single file through the kitchen - I do have to ask them to leave.

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  14. Thanks Bonnie

    have you read Peony in Love by Lisa See?

    Happy days

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  15. Obviously, Mary knew peonies well... the last of mine have withered already, and yet I have a bowl full of their soft petals that still have a trace of fragrance clinging to them... those ants are pretty smart if you ask me :)

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