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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15 March 2013

Three Cinquains

Familiarity

Two cats
curl, one each side
of my recumbent feet
in perfect love and perfect trust,
asleep.


Rosemary Who?

My name
in the new book*
appears in its old form:
strange, halved, yet sweetly nostalgic:
Nissen.

*Notes for the Translators: from 142 New Zealand and Australian Poets
ed. Christopher (Kit) Kelen. Macau, ASM, 2013.

I was once known as Rosemary Nissen, but have been identified as Rosemary Nissen-Wade for about 20 years. This editor, living overseas, obviously remembered me the old way. Well, (smile) both are me.



Slow-down

Six months
after his death
I slow down to a stop,
letting vigilant habits go 
at last.


23 comments:

  1. ah the first is soft and cuddly...i like it much...and a bit more of your journey in the second two...esp that last one...not easy progress....

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    1. The last one has undergone several rewritings — including one since you made your comment. :)

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  2. Sweet and heartbreaking trio of poems. I liked them all very much. The last made me immediately go back and reread the second.

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    1. Glad you liked them, Heidi.

      There is really no connection between the first and second. I have now added another note to clarify the second.

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  3. three for three different phases and facets. beautiful!!

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  4. ...i was touched deeply by your first Cinquain Rosemary... it reminds me of my own cat (now deceased) who used to find bed on either my feet or lap... i say animals are so easy to please when they sense no fear or harm from people... smiles... i enjoyed the read....

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  5. Ah, the vigilant habits are so hard to let go. Letting go itself can make us feel a little guilty, can't it. (it has for me)

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    1. Fantastic for you. In the meanwhile, I greatly enjoy the obsessed poetry!
      ;-)

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  6. A touching trio, the last my fav, death has a way of making habits stand out in relief.

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  7. Two cats, one name, six months ~ evocative poetry :)

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  8. The last one took my breath away. Very well done.

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  9. Ha, I feel the same about my dogs as you feel about your cats. Indeed, there IS something about a name. And your last one, I understand well -- No more hyper vigilance. I have seen a lot of you poems written on your grief journey. You might consider a small chapbook on the subject? I think you have quite a collection, which might help someone else.

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    1. Thank you, Mary. I am considering that. :)

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  10. Hi, Rosemary- What a lovely offering today... each is special in its own way. How sweet to be surrounded by the unconditional love of your cats.

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  11. Love the cinquain poems ~ The last one is touching ~

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  12. Three different moods - each wonderfully captured. You've demonstrated just how versatile the cinquain form is - or maybe it's how versatile you are as a poet :-)

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  13. oh nice..i like the cats curled at your feet...makes me all feel warm and cuddly...smiles

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