I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 May 2006

This Morning

I wake hearing the ocean
thunder at my back door
like wind in the trees.
… I am not at home,
there is no ocean.
The trees outside are still
against the lightening sky.

 The roar of the spirit wind   
is full of you; I breathe in deeply
the knowledge of you in my life.

 The sound of wind or ocean
surges again. It might be a plane
or a truck. I think you must
be awake by now. I imagine you
waking, stirring and stretching
like a big cat. I imagine lying
next to you, stroking your body.

 A cardinal flits through the branches
outside my window. I breathe
in Texas, a new day begins.

 Note: Texas is very far away from my home in Australia

Linking (nearly 11 years later!) to The Tuesday Platform for 13 Feb 2018 at "imaginary garden with real toads"
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15 comments:

  1. Sanaa Rizvi14 February 2018 at 00:28

    This is so beautiful, Rosemary!💞 Especially love; "The roar of the spirit wind is full of you."💞

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  2. Susan14 February 2018 at 00:35

    " I breathe in deeply
    the knowledge of you in my life." Yes, yes! May this refreshing breath always be accessible, along with the memory of cat-stroke touch.

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  3. Anonymous14 February 2018 at 02:57

    you are masterly with love poems Rosemary - the opening verse already sets the reader a conundrum - all is not as it seems now - but once was

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  4. Timoteo14 February 2018 at 05:05

    "I breathe in Texas"--I love that. A goosebumpy poem! Have a happy, Rosemary!

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  5. brudberg14 February 2018 at 07:28

    Using Texas as metaphor for that separation is just brilliant.

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  6. Debi Swim14 February 2018 at 08:18

    … I am not at home,
    there is no ocean.
    The trees outside are still
    against the lightening sky.... oh, the bitterness of that added aside. Beautiful work Rosemary

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  7. Magaly Guerrero14 February 2018 at 09:24

    Thank goodness for dreams, imagination, and poetry... for they put the entire world in our words.

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  8. Old Egg14 February 2018 at 10:00

    Beautiful, sad and oozing with the feeling of that lost love that will never leave your mind.




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  9. Thotpurge14 February 2018 at 13:26

    a plane or a truck.. that awareness even in that moment of imagination struck me...

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  10. Kim M. Russell14 February 2018 at 19:41

    Your opening lines remind me of 'Island Man' by Grace Nichols and of the time I lived right next to the sea. And you have captured that disorientated feeling of waking up from a realistic dream in the lines:
    '… I am not at home,
    there is no ocean.
    The trees outside are still
    against the lightening sky'.

    I also like the way the cardinal interrupts the last remnants of the dream.

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  11. Brendan14 February 2018 at 21:38

    A fine wisp of ghostsong from the past. Presence and absence are the poet's ink, our breath. So nicely done.

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  12. purplepeninportland.com15 February 2018 at 07:03

    I love, 'the roar of the spirit wind'. You do strike me as someone who would hear it clearly.

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  13. kaykuala15 February 2018 at 11:15

    A cardinal flits through the branches
    outside my window. I breathe
    in Texas, a new day begins.

    So much to be savored. Got to go to Texas. Thanks for the tip Rosemary!

    Hank

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  14. Susie Clevenger15 February 2018 at 14:22

    Living in Texas I know how large that feeling of distance must feel.

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