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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These are so delicate, beautiful. I love the image of the dragonflies.
ReplyDeleteSo touching, Rosemary. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe first is so tender with a touch of wistfulness. And the second is so compelling with that beautiful image of the dragonflies. Lovely Rosemary.
ReplyDelete"Frail flesh discarded" took me to the hereafter and back, Rosemary. The gentle tones here belie meanings deep and intense.
ReplyDeletethese are beautiful, grace in the passing...a release...love the touch of the dragonflies there in the end as well...life once more felt...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteAs spirits, there is simply the inner touch! And that's the reality which lingers and really matters! Beautiful pastoral images!
ReplyDeleteThese are beautiful words, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery belatedly — many thanks to all for your kind comments.
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