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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19 June 2013

Visitation

'Don't leave me alone!'
I cry in my head to his gone spirit,
then correct myself: 'I know
you must do what you must'.

Later I lie down
for an afternoon nap.

In the trance between waking and sleeping, 
I see him suddenly, through my closed lids. 

He is sitting in the new armchair 
in the new sunroom I've made 
from his old office. 

He looks up over the pages he's reading, 
and meets my eyes. The usual smile.

He looks at ease. I'm glad 
he likes what I've done with the room.

I don't immediately register
that he's dressed all in shining white,
and his skin, too — radiant white.


Submitted for Poets United's Verse First prompt: the long and short of it 
(to say what one has to say as quickly and simply possible).


11 comments:

  1. I like the comfort in knowing he likes what you've done with his room...and the usual smile. I hope it was a comfort to you!

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  2. Coming to terms is a process and often an ongoing one. I love the way you do it, Rosemary

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  3. I like the way u have put it..... Such high thoughts in simple words

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  4. "With acceptance comes peace" and your poem expresses this beautifully.

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  5. How sweet, he likes what you've done with the room ... his usual smile. Such peace and comfort in this :)

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  6. Oh I so love that he paid a visit to the new sunroom.......blessed you with his approving smile. How completely lovely.

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  7. How sweet to look into his eyes and not notice his dress right away. Looking straight into his heart first.

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  8. I married the love of my life. This poem reminds me that love goes beyond.

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