Welcome to my corner of the world. I'm so glad you're here. Join me in a conversation about how we build a bridge between daily life and the life we're longing for. As you explore, you'll discover stories, some of my favorite things, a whole lot of love, and perhaps even join me in a little lip syncing. Learn more about me right here.
Come along to Tell It: 15 days of prompts and inspiration to feed your creative soul. Register right here.
Bowls of heart pocket talismans have been gathering in the studio filled with the words and phrases kindred spirits are holding close this year. What is your word? You can find the talismans right here.
I could stand tall, firm, with the group
try to raise my head above the others.
Or maybe find my supple self and bend
discover another path.
Breathe, find the curve of my spine.
Breathe, open my eyes.
Like a wayward tulip
looking for a new view,
another window from which to see the world.
liz lamoreux
Reader Comments (14)
this really spoke to me. thanks.
Poignaant. Tranquil movement, like yoga; imagery of spiritual growth. A very beautiful photograph - the "wayward" tulip the most beautiful of all!
Beautiful!
SOOOOOO lovely! God. That color pink is my favorite-- and the photo and the inspiration--ummmmm.
~bluepoppy
beautiful, simply beautiful
Oh the lovely, wayward tulip--there is always one, isn't there? And often it is the sweetest in the bunch. Love your "yoga" viewpoint.
Beautiful, beautiful - the picture and the poem - thank you for posting this!
i love this perspective...
wow...
Beautiful poem, Liz. It fits you perfectly.
beautiful words and the pic is gorgeous and so peaceful.
Fabulous! I love both the picture and the poem, simple and beautiful and utterly perfect.
Love the photo, and LOVE the phrase "wayward tulip" -- I think if I didn't already have a name for my blog I would possibly steal that. I'm going to write it down for a future use. Wayward tulip. Wayward tulip!
Beautiful ... don't you just love the way flowers reach to the light? They always reach toward light. Not like people, who sometimes seem willing to accept darkness. Your poem is just beautiful ... a light to reach toward.
so cool, Liz that you have put on this garment, this flower-identity and are wearing it out in public now (I'm writing this on poetry thursday when I first saw your new email ...) and it is because, like I noticed at first, this image and the poem it inspired you to write ... these fit you perfectly. Wayward in a positive sense. You are on your own way, your own journey. Blessings to you on your wayward path.
Maureen