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9 May 2012

Lament


It’s a lonely sound,
the plane going over
up there in the night.

So is the gathering of wind
from the corners of darkness
into a rumble, then a howl.

I want to cuddle with my love,
sleep near his warmth all night.
He wants that too, yet we’re apart.

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10 comments:

  1. Mary9 May 2012 at 21:50

    Hi Rosemary...this is so very hard, VERY hard. Not much is more difficult than this!

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-wish-i-were-blind.html

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  2. Brian Miller10 May 2012 at 00:54

    oy...alone we hear all those little sounds...the plane the wind...and i know the feel of wanting to be close but not...in my own way, but...heavy with feeling....

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  3. Beachanny10 May 2012 at 01:04

    Here you show that "loneliness" that accompanies when waked in the night and that sound of a plane, train, or ship making noises in the night is always haunting wondering who's aboard and if they're lonely too. Hopefully your soul mate will soon return or day will bring company that eases the vacancy. Well written.

    If you still want to hear my poem, I think you can cut and paste this link and it will take you to the website. Thank you for coming by my blog and reading.
    http://soundcloud.com/beachanny/music-1

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  4. Lorna Cahall10 May 2012 at 02:25

    So sad and evocative. We all hear you.

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  5. Laurie Kolp10 May 2012 at 03:04

    So sad and powerful, Rosemary.

    http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/those-blue-eyes/

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  6. hedgewitch10 May 2012 at 08:17

    The further we are apart, sometimes the more we see the Other and what they mean to us. Well done short, cleanly written poem, Rosemary.

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade10 May 2012 at 09:07

    Thank you, dear people. I was about to go to bed, and this one just appeared, almost fully formed — one of those that write themselves.

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  8. hyperCRYPTICal12 May 2012 at 04:31

    Sadly beautiful - hope you're together now.

    Anna :o]

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade13 May 2012 at 22:15

    About to be, Anna — tomorrow!

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  10. S.E.Ingraham14 May 2012 at 13:29

    You carry on with dignity and verve Rosemary and are writing some powerful poetry ... brava!

    http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2012/05/deus-ex-machina-redux.html

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