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')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

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31 May 2012

Verse Portrait 91. Nursing Home: Keith

He’s thin and slighty stooped
but the grey hair’s thick and wavy

and he moves at normal speed —
except when he’s with her.

Holding her hand 
or arm around her

he leads her to meals
or out to the sunny garden.

She turns to him
a gentle, vacant face.

He greets us cheerily,
eyes full of comprehension.

We realise he lives here 
to be with her.

He looks happy. 
So does she.

Submitted to Poetry Pantry #101 at Poets United. Click on the link to enjoy a poetry feast!


  1. Now THAT is real love. I love him!! What a good man.

  2. This made me happy. I am glad they are. You bless with these, Rosemary!