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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Announcement (19 May 2013)

I won’t be writing so many new poems for a while — though there will be some. I want to spend more time on revision, and more time working on memoir (in prose!). I'll continue to participate in my online poetic communities, sharing poems already written.

15 June 2012

The Sun Now Going Down

the sun now going down
my darling heart
resting at last

I’d like to go out
walking along our road
sweet with grass and clover

darkness approaching
birds flying home 
through the trees

but I dare not leave
in case he might wake
startled and alone

he doesn’t always know 
now
that he’s home

sometimes he thinks
he needs to go 
somewhere else

to some other home
though I try to persuade him
home is with me

the sun goes down
I watch from my window
I lock the doors
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6 comments:

  1. nod, my dad was convinced that the old age home was a renovation to his own home.

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  2. Here, home itself often gets confused with offices where he worked long ago.

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  3. Rosemary, this is very hard. I hear you on this. I appreciate your honest recounting. It helps, I think. Hope you...and he....are doing okay.

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    1. Thank you, Mary. I take it day to day.

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  4. wonderful poem.authentic, passionate and very moving.

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