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Lilacs & Lemons



Had a bouquet of lilacs on the table
the first time you visited.

Had lemons in a kitchen bowl.
You made lemonade; served it
in flutes. We shared ordinary meals
on my good china; celebrated
our holidays on Sundays,
sometimes till Thursday.

 Lilacs don't bloom long,
lemonade is bittersweet,
I loved your balance.
Lilacs and lemonade,
a wilted bouquet and
cloudy drink, pleasures
enjoyed for a season.





published in Women Of The Web. Sun Rising Poetry Press, (c) 2005

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  1. AnonymousAugust 4, 2013 at 7:47 AM

    a beautiful, lingering poem. Gently thoughtful, delicately sensual: a lovely piece of real depth.

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  2. Brian MillerAugust 4, 2013 at 8:02 AM

    pleasures enjoyed for a season....yes, some things do not last and we have only to appreciate them while we can...or lament their passing...i rather like their simplicity...lemonade and ordinary on the fine china...

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  3. rallentandaAugust 4, 2013 at 8:08 AM

    Beautiful Tonya...magic moments and memories are all transient. Enjoyed this poem very much.

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  4. MaryAugust 4, 2013 at 8:18 AM

    So much beauty has to be enjoyed when it is. It often is fleeting, but that doesn't take away from the loveliness of the experience. I like the ending: pleasures for a season. I think much of life is like that.

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  5. Dances With VodkaAugust 4, 2013 at 9:08 AM

    This spoke softly to the Libra in me! :-)

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  6. TALONAugust 4, 2013 at 9:23 AM

    So very true - those little rituals we have and the way we celebrate certain things like the seasons. This was perfect.

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  7. Kerry O'ConnorAugust 4, 2013 at 9:56 AM

    This is beauty with a sad dying edge to it - those meaningful moments are so hard to hold on to, but the glory of them remains.

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  8. GraceAugust 4, 2013 at 10:48 AM

    I like the combination, lilacs and lemonade ~ It is bittersweet with the sweetness winning out in the end ~ Happy Sunday LaTonya ~

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  9. Sherri B.August 4, 2013 at 11:32 AM

    A poem of simple, visual words...yet filled with such meaning. This is beautiful!

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  10. LaTonya BaldwinAugust 4, 2013 at 11:35 AM

    Thank you all for reading and commenting.

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  11. Sumana RoyAugust 4, 2013 at 12:06 PM

    enjoyed all the words.

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  12. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 4, 2013 at 12:25 PM

    Sounds likethis interlude was too brief. You set an evocative scene. Loved it.

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  13. TruedessaAugust 4, 2013 at 10:17 PM

    Oh, I do enjoy lemonade served in flutes..lilacs and lemonade..creating balance for a brief time.

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  14. SusanAugust 5, 2013 at 9:22 AM

    There is a kindness in this poem that matches the balance of the lilacs and lemons. The seasoning is good and not regretted!

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  15. JimAugust 5, 2013 at 9:57 AM

    A sniff of sadness here, LaTonya. The first hint was the cad letting your writer use her fine china for everyday meals. Lilacs are home grown most times too, he may have cut them from her bush.

    Like I always say, I wouldn't spay my cat for any woman. Nor declaw her.
    ..

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    1. JimAugust 5, 2013 at 9:59 AM

      My comment was written with my two daughters in mind, and the four granddaughters now.
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  16. TimoteoAugust 5, 2013 at 10:00 AM

    Time marches on.

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  17. UnknownAugust 5, 2013 at 10:54 AM

    lemone ade and lilacs - that truly is bitter sweet. way to engage the senses.

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  18. kaykualaAugust 5, 2013 at 11:03 AM

    a wilted bouquet and
    cloudy drink, pleasures
    enjoyed for a season.

    Yes, some good things in life doesn't stay long! Nicely La Tonya!

    Hank

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  19. Liz Rice-SosneAugust 5, 2013 at 1:15 PM

    This is quite simply magnificent. I see poets as those who either hide through their work or who tell you who they are through their work. You have shared yourself wonderfully here.

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    1. LaTonya BaldwinAugust 5, 2013 at 2:03 PM

      Liz, the older I get the less I want to hide. That, and a favorite poet wrote that everyone is so afraid to get naked but getting naked is necessary. Thank you.

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  20. UnknownAugust 5, 2013 at 1:18 PM

    I would love to celebrated holiday starting from Sunday and going on till Thursday...maybe even till Sunday.

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  21. WabiSabiAugust 5, 2013 at 1:32 PM

    What a delightful poem and yet with so much meaning! Loved it!

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  22. LaTonya BaldwinAugust 5, 2013 at 2:04 PM

    Thank you all for coming by and taking the time to read and comment.

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  23. humbirdAugust 5, 2013 at 6:54 PM

    LaTonya, love your lines and between, and wow...these celebrations...Sunday to Thursday...I can feel the balance of all involved...bravo!

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  24. Sharp Little PencilAugust 6, 2013 at 12:42 AM

    LaTonya, loved the cloudy and wilted together. Good metaphor for some loves... they make lemonade out of lemons, but the result is not always lemoncello...! Well done. Amy

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  25. AnonymousAugust 6, 2013 at 3:07 AM

    A nice write. Thanks for sharing.

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  26. MarianAugust 6, 2013 at 9:50 AM

    awww, love this, just love it. a few more words from you, and look at the depth we receive! wonderful.
    is this an older poem that's already been published, Women of the Web? interesting.

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    1. LaTonya BaldwinAugust 6, 2013 at 12:23 PM

      Yes, it's older and published the anthology listed.

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  27. grapelingAugust 6, 2013 at 1:00 PM

    sensual, wise, wistful

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