03 June 2013

The Choice That Has Made All The Difference


In younger days before the strife
I sought a tall and mighty oak.
But when I had my share of life,
I closely listened to how he spoke,

To how he treated young and old.
And chastened thus by asking why,
I learned my lesson without it told,
And chose, instead, the clear blue sky.





In the labyrinth ways that only poetry can travel, this was inspired by Shay in her Word Garden by her poem: " In The Place Where I First Heard Your Name". It's a beauty, as is much of Shay's poetry, so check it out. It's offered for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Open Link Monday and is about waking up enough to choose my Honey. It's dedicated to him, also, because he lost his sister to breast cancer six years ago yesterday after caring for her tenderly and is missing her. He's a dear man. I took the photo on my way up to our town.


32 comments:

  1. Beautiful! It's very evocative of many feelings, Mary. Thank you for sharing it with me.

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  2. just recently we were making a bit of fun and talked about how we would choose our husbands today and what character traits we would look for and put first in our list and we found it's much different from what we had penned down about 20 years ago..smiles

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    1. The change in the traits I looked for came as I met my husband-to-be. Ah, I said, so this is it- the clear blue sky (which he was and is). Dropped the strong and mighty oak trait right then! What a good decision.

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  3. The choices we take, make all the difference ~ And this is a lovely dedication to your man ~

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    1. They do. He's my main squeeze ever since.

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  4. it is interesting how our choices change...as with what is important to us as we age....a nice dedication to your man as well...and thoughts of comfort for your hubs as well...

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    1. Thanks, Brian. He and his sister were close. As for changing choices, I'm glad I changed to recognize this gift.

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  5. A helpful and wise tree your poet knew. This was snow making your pictured oak tree all white?

    Your header visit is a very pretty scene. It reminds me of our week in Tuscany (Bettolle, Italy) where out back side view was like this. In April we had the Tuscan Moon eout front and the agricultul scene in the back.
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    1. Not snow, but early spring blooms this year that glowed against that perfect blue sky. My town is in Abruzzo, two provinces over from Tuscany toward the Adriatic. The header view is from my balcony. Tuscany is lovely as well. Glad you stopped by.

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  6. oooooh, this is simply perfect. i love it!

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  7. Took me longer, but I found my blue sky. Lovely poem, Mary. And thank you very much for your kind words and coming by.

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  8. I somehow KNEW you were talking about your man! ... Loved this.

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    1. We're coming up on our 40th anniversary so trying to find ways to express how I feel about him has been important to me.

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  9. Life is lived by choices...seems you made the right one. :)

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  10. Mary. Your writing astounds and delights me. This is an extraordinary piece. Love, e

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    1. Hey, E. Good to hear from you. Glad you like it.

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  11. Oh, he must be a dear man indeed to have inspired such a sweet and beautiful paean — "and chose instead the clear blue sky" is a wonderful line, Mary.
    K

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  12. This is such a beautiful piece that has even more meaning because your inspiration is that dear, sensitive, loving husband of yours. You are blessed.

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  13. My prayers and sympathies to your husband for his loss, and good on him for being such a caring brother. I'm hoping she was able to let go and, in the manner of a clear blue sky, fly...

    Beautiful. Just beautiful. Amy

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    1. Thanks, Amy. I believe she flew from this plane to another and her brother was by her side when she died.

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  14. A sad anniversary. My condolences. I love this poem and its attention to the open space of sky. Clarity and freedom. You are fortunate indeed. (As am I.)

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    1. I've been driven lately to try to put my feelings toward my Honey into words/poems. I'm grateful for the gift of him in my life.

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