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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11 February 2013

Day's End


The summer heat has cooled a little now.
I sit out in my usual spot in the garden.
Over there behind the French windows
is where you used to lie, those last months
when you were mostly bed-ridden. The curtains,
closed, allow me to imagine you are still there,
that the thread of awareness and connection
still runs between us — invisible, unbreakable,
palpable. But of course it's not so. You are gone,
you are more insubstantial than air. I, here, enjoy
for myself the sunny garden, the stillness, the sweet
air. The light falls down through the trees, as if
in benediction ... then gradually grows colder.
One white flower adorns the top of the vine.
They bloom and drop repeatedly, those blossoms.

Submitted for dVerse OpenLinkNight #83

30 comments:

  1. what a beautiful picture you've painted with words here...filled with warmth and harmony..a mesmerising piece :)

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  2. And they will continue to bloom & drop.... such is the cycle of life... that you noticed the flower is a good sign.

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  3. He is there in spirit with you. Hugs.

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    1. It's not the same, though, and I am moving towards an acceptance of that. xx

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  4. wow...wonderful imagery and felt verse....the flower petals dropping is a great image to end on with great symbolism as well....the cycle of life...comforting yet brutal at times....

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    1. Thank you. I am glad I took a friend's advice and ended on that line.

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  5. The endless cycle of life and death is seen clearly in the flower on the vine. But the memories (even the not-so-pleasant ones)that last beyond loss are beautifully expressed in your words.

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    1. Thank you. Some peace arrives, at such moments.

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  6. I stopped by to thank you for your visit and here you are talking about your loss, still bubbling in your vein.

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    1. They tell me these things take time. Someone estimated a year, which would mean another 6-7 months. I just hope everyone can stand it! In another way, I suppose it never stops, merely eases.

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  7. " invisible, unbreakable,
    palpable. " So very poignant, Rosemary! Grieving is such an individual process...but these words really resonate with me as well!

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    1. As I said to Rosaria, I hope you-all can stand it! I seem to need this expression at the moment.

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  8. The one white flower blooming at the top of the vine is such a powerful image... the connection still there... you write with such a delicate hand, so sorry for your loss.

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  9. Goodness..this is a delicate sadness.
    "you are more insubstantial than air."...a fitting description. It sticks profoundly with me, because I often use air as my metaphor for something that is vital yet often missed and unnoticed...just exquisite.

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  10. I guess time is already softening it somewhat, to the delicacy you and pandamoniumcat both remark on.

    Thank you.

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  11. I'm just visiting your blog for the first time. I'm so sorry for your loss - you've expressed it in a very tender and beautiful way.

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  12. He is obviously still there. So wonderfully.
    Nicely said

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    1. Yes, now that you point it out, I see that too.:)

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  13. Thanks for sharing this heartfelt, warm poem. It was much needed on this cold day.

    Best wishes,
    Alex

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  14. i imagine threads to memories, beautiful description

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  15. "they bloom and drop..."
    How painful, and how comforting to hold the memory and the reality all in one sweeping view.

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