Jenefer Venezia Poet Prose Poetry

My Lilacs

I love my lilacs. 
A sign of life that blooms
A tear to my eye, oh their fragrance
Cone-shaped petals of lavender and white
They forever grow in my heart

I pick and pick at them until they grow so high
I can’t make contact. 
They stop growing
I can’t reach or
Arrange them into beautiful bouquets or 
Enjoy their sweet scent
Oh, but I love my lilacs

I now enjoy them from afar. 
I can no longer display them. 
If you stand real still and close your eyes you can catch their perfume 
When the wind blows north
Their beauty barely within reach
I will always love them. 

I have learned
With proper pruning
My lilacs would still be in reach
Their beauty for all to see
Their fragrance for all to enjoy
Their magnificence filling my world

Dandelions don’t tell no lies. Lilacs do.

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Virginia Waters July 19, 2018 at 3:34 AM lovely - I love my lilacs too, hard to grow in nz - but as a gardener professional, have definitely kept mine pruned! Really enjoyed your lilac loving write