Poetry in slow motion

ByCarma Spence

two lilliesEvery morning I take a walk around town or along the beach for 40-60 minutes. I always take my camera with me just in case I see something I’d like to share with others or use as inspiration.

This morning, while walking back home from a workout at a local Curves, I took this picture along Alamitas Ave. There was something compellingly intimate about how these two lilies were growing together that stopped me in my tracks. After posting the image on Facebook, the following poem came flowing out.

Poetry in slow motion
Nurturing each other through
Their short-lived days
Ephemeral intimacy
Two lilies huddle in the shade of a palm tree

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