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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5 September 2012
Aftermath
A pale dawn comes up
over the quiet street.
I feed the cats extra;
it's myself I'm comforting.
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as you should be comforting yourself...with the normal things....that last bit hurts a bit....hugs
ReplyDeleteYour write touched me Rosemary. I can feel the ache in it. Wishing you comfort--lots of it.
ReplyDeleteoh not an easy time..can feel the grief...and good to take care of yourself, comforting yourself...the soul is a brittle thing..
ReplyDeleteYou should comfort yourself, such a hard place to be.I am sorry . Hugs.
ReplyDeleteOh sad but beautiful write. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
A perfectly stated and balanced sadness. Very nice work on a hard topic.
ReplyDeletebeautifully made, Rosemary.
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