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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28 February 2013

The Patterns Change


Since you left us
rain lasts longer,
monsoonal downpours
spread further south
more often,
while the coldest 
extremities of the continent 
burn.

I
turn my mind away
from such concerns,
watching instead
myself and cats
gradually alter
our small routines,
in your large absence.


Submitted for Poets United's Verse First: Patterns
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10 comments:

  1. alan170428 February 2013 at 21:47

    monsoonal downpours
    spread further south

    I like the sadness in this and the feeling of forlorn. Sad but lovely

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  2. Mary28 February 2013 at 22:54

    I like the way you presented this poem, Rosemary. First stanza about global patterns changing; and second stanza about personal patterns. Just as earth's people have to adjust to climate changes, you show how on an individual level one must change patterns as well sometimes. (And we all do, don't we? Like it or not..we have to.)

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  3. TCPC1 March 2013 at 01:05

    Patterns do change..so true.. with time and circumstances...life moves on!

    loved it!

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  4. Laurie Kolp1 March 2013 at 01:40

    Beautiful, Rosemary. I especially like the first stanza.

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  5. Unknown1 March 2013 at 05:56

    Small routines, large absence... I feel this because you write it so well. Absolutely lovely poem, Rosemary, allowing us to feel the situation.

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  6. dsnake12 March 2013 at 22:21

    yes, sad but lovely verses. there's something about the rains that tells us about the mood.

    "small routines, .. large absence" : very poignant.

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky3 March 2013 at 06:05

    "small routines and large absence" - so profoundly captured.

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-Wade3 March 2013 at 10:25

    Thanks all. I appreciate your appreciation!

    The verses, too, make a change of pattern in terms of word count, one being the opposite of the other.

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