Robert Frost... Words... The Power of the Imagination

"A Passing Glance"

I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.

I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.

I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't;
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt--

Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth--
Not lupine living on sand and drouth.

Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close

I sought out the soothing words of Robert Frost today because the dark winter weather makes me feel so glum.  As always, a beautiful string of words lifts my spirits.

Taking time to smell the roses doesn't always mean getting up close and personal.  Sometimes it means understanding that the beauty of life, both literally and figuratively, can be the brief smile brought by a fleeting glance.  I remind myself of this often, particularly in the winter months, when everything from the weather outside to the energy in my body seems dreary and lacking.   As I've said before, I enjoy poetry, and find it entertaining and inspiring to read thought-provoking words that paint beautiful pictures in my mind.  The imagination is a powerful tool.  It breeds creativity, intellect, and happiness.  I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to the gifted poets and writers who have ignited the torch of my imagination with the offspring of their own.  In the dull, dark moments of my life, they are my companions.  They are a light that beams me toward the brighter times ahead.  Their value is immeasurable and intangible.  They are constant.  Words are.  


  1. That's a really beautiful passage. Thanks for bringing that to me today! I needed a breath of soothing air...

    Tracy Preston

  2. Amy:
    I enjoyed the poem so much. I too love poetry. I feel it helps with my descriptive language to read it and to write it.

    Really good blog.
    You really have a knack for this.
    Teresa R.

  3. Very nice. He had a wonderful way of looking at the world around him. I'm going to have to stretch my imagination to keep the kids occupied today.

  4. I'm with you on the debt of gratitude to those who have fired my imagination with their words. Lovely blog. Thanks for posting the poem.