
I did not start out thinking I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.
But now, as we gather to honor and remember I can see how it would have added to the heady, live perfume of the garden and to the much appreciated diversion.
It was all still so raw, still so new. The whips of conversations –
“…What the hell was he doing on a motorcycle at his age?…” “…He was living his life…”. “…I still can’t believe he’s gone…”, “…you know how he is, was…”
blending with talks about the scents that filled our senses as we fiddled with the blooms. Taking turns with the butterflies, and bees.
This felt surreal.
As it turned out, this gathering in this place of sweet diversions did bring with it a certain peace. For this, I was grateful.
Pat
9/13/2022
For dVerse where the prompt is to use
“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.”
from the Katherine Riegel poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.”
To participate or just read, go here
https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/12/prosery-when-it-comes-to-katherine-riegel/
This brought a tear. Too real for too many.
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So true. Thanks for taking the time Mary.
Pat
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I think some scents of peace go so well with sorrow and loss…
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Something to focus on when the sadness overwhelms. Thanks for taking the time Björn.
Pat
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Pat, you covered a lot of territory in your prosery. I’m glad she felt comfort in the gathering. “Whips of conversations” is a great term.
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Thanks Lisa.
Pat
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You’re welcome.
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I am teary-eyed after reading this- so poignant and palpable. A true circumstance for so many.. thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💕
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Thanks for taking the time Sanaa.
Pat
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