Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Centerpieces (a poem)




This December presented the opportunity to fulfill a life-long secret dream of being a florist as I worked at a dear friend's flower farm for a few days.  The first day was spent cutting Eucalyptus branches and "greening" a series of lovely centerpieces.  I was surprised by the boldness the work required, both physically (flowers are tougher than you think and need to be firmly pushed into the waiting foam if you want an arrangement that holds up) and creatively.  Thinking about it a few days later, I wrote this poem.  I'd like to think it applies to more in life than just flower arranging, but I'll let you be the judge of that.  
 
Placing flowers
in soft, moist foam
is not for the faint of heart.
It takes a certain pressure,
confidence and bravery.
Tight and small, fearful
arrangements will not do,
not for a wedding, a feast,
or even a funeral. 

Step back, observe
the bigger picture;
dare to make
bold choices,
be proud of
their effect.

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2 comments:

  1. Oh, yes! Lovely thoughts. And aren't we all *flowers* in the bouquet of the Lord? Thanks again for visiting my site. Repaying the sweet gesture. Blessings to you!

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  2. I love this & am going to print to hang in my barn. No fearful arrangements! And inspiration to not be a fearful person or fearful parent.

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