Does anyone feel like summer is quickly going by? I did not, intentionally, make a list of goals for this summer; however, there is that running list in my head of things that are not getting done. So be it, right? Summer is for relaxing and taking each day as it comes.
When I look out of my window, I see this mandevilla vine going wild. It’s stretched beyond the reaches of the trellis. So be it… Let it go. That is what this plant teaches me. (This post is up later because I forgot it was Wednesday, another good sign of summer.)
Summer sun + daily dose of rain = wandering time
Margaret Simon, equation poem
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Reflections on the Teche 
clinging, winding vine
lets loose, reaches out, grasps air
trellis stands steady
The vine teaches one lesson, but the trellis teaches another, doesn’t it? Spend these last weeks of summer growing and letting loose, but remember that in August, you will again become the trellis. And that’s okay.
Thanks, Mary Lee. I need to remember that it’s all OK. Love your end line. Beautiful haiku. I kept trying to get my ideas into a haiku, but the equation was all I could muster with Stella (7 months) in my arms.
Great contrasts with the vine and trellis!
These are words of wisdom indeed. We need to see the wildness of the vine and the sturdiness of the trellis.
Your poem inspired my today, Two greens–the moving ends and the stationary grounded part. I love your message here, but can we be both a vine and the trellis?
Marylee, wise words in your note and poem. Great effect “trellis stands steady” creates after your first two lines.
There’s nothing wrong with an equation poem! You gave me the word wander–which I love to play with. Mary Lee’s observation is oh, so true. Enjoy this time.
Wednesday again…
wander
and
wonder
and
wander
and
reflect
Then
wander
again without regret
No regrets when you are wandering!
Love how you snuck that rhyme in there! Well played!
Wonder, wander, reflect–what a perfect summertime formula. Thank you, Linda. Yes, another Wednesday peeling off the calendar.
Linda, love all your verbs in your skinny poem. Your ending “Then, wander again without regret” is perfect.
I almost forgot, too, Margaret! Your equation poem is perfect.
on this lovely day
find a steady, sturdy arm
let nature guide you
Perfect last line!
I’ll go, I’ll go!
Yes, let nature guide you
Love “steady, sturdy arm”, Rose. We feel braver with a trellis in hand.
Yes, Rose, I love the voice of your poem. “Let nature guide you” is perfect and all it implies.
I love this. I, too, have been entranced by vines these last few days. “Wandering time” is perfect. Here’s my first thought:
While we insist on
Constructing sraight lines
Nature creates curves
Love this little discovery. So true!
Yes, for organic truth! Thank you, Amanda, for the good reminder.
Love how nature knows best. Well done.
Amanda, I love the effect of “Nature creates curves” after your first two lines. I love that nature insists on curves and teaches us so much.
Wonderful observation!
Margaret, that summer sun was captured so beautifully in your photo. It’s subtle and wet and just what I might expect in the Bayou. Thank you for your equation poem. I’m going to watch for an equation poem in my life.
Graceful green
Gallantly going for gusto
Grabbing green
Gripping onto good ground
Denise, “Gallantly going for gusto” after “Graceful green” creates a great effect! Love your ending “good ground” and all it implies. Great alliteration.
Margaret, I love your note before your poem. These words stuck in my head: wandering, relaxing, wild, and let it go. I think your poem and photo are perfectly paired. “Wandering time” is excellent and what everyone needs” especially after the past year and a half. I love that that the plant taught you to “Let it go.” I also love equation poems. I didn’t end up using your word “relaxing’, but gardening and observing my garden for wildlife is definitely relaxing. Thank you for your inspiration.
Wild Garden
rainbow flowers
singing, buzzing, fluttering
sustenance
I can imagine your very active garden of many colors. You’ve said so much in just a few words.
Thank you, Rose. I’m glad that came across because I tried a longer poem, but it wasn’t working.