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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31 August 2013

These Spring mornings: tanka, August 2013

this time last year
twice-daily hospital visits
not yet knowing
my husband had left
less than a month of life

11/8/13


These Spring mornings
light is music, playing soft.
I open curtains 
to let my garden inside. 
I feel I'm out there, singing.


27/8/13
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8 comments:

  1. Rosaria Williams1 September 2013 at 02:04

    Like watercolors, hinting more than they show.

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  2. Madeleine Begun Kane10 September 2013 at 18:35

    Beautiful and so touching!

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  3. Anonymous11 September 2013 at 04:50

    Although they seemingly have nothing in common, these two pieces are indelibly tied together. The first casts the deep shadow of impending loss, the second reaches out beyond self and finds sunlight and blossoms. Incredibly subtle but oh so deep and rich with meaning.

    Elizabeth

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky8 October 2013 at 13:17

    Beautiful, Rosemary - exactly as Elizabeth has said - the two are joined, and they are Life.

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