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')


These poems are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

5 September 2012

Aftermath

A pale dawn comes up
over the quiet street.

I feed the cats extra;
it's myself I'm comforting.

To whom shall I give
the silk tie he never wore?


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8 comments:

  1. as you should be comforting yourself...with the normal things....that last bit hurts a bit....hugs

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  2. Your write touched me Rosemary. I can feel the ache in it. Wishing you comfort--lots of it.

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  3. oh not an easy time..can feel the grief...and good to take care of yourself, comforting yourself...the soul is a brittle thing..

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  4. You should comfort yourself, such a hard place to be.I am sorry . Hugs.

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  5. Oh sad but beautiful write. Hugs.

    Anna :o]

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  6. A perfectly stated and balanced sadness. Very nice work on a hard topic.

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