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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26 October 2013

We Used to Walk




















We used to walk here to this table
above the creek, take notebooks out
and pens of course, companionable,
we sat just here together, wrote

by trees and water: calm delight.
I see, returning to the spot,
it’s been repainted, this old table....
We used to walk

for twenty minutes, rest in quiet
right here beside the creek, and write.
Now here again alone, I’m able
to view the place at last — oh, sweet! —
we used to walk.



20 comments:

  1. Lovely, and poignant, Rosemary--from the companionable pens to the loneliness at the end--very sad--take care and thanks. k.

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  2. Like your refrain, Rosemary, and feel the movement between the stanzas: from sitting to walking again...It seems the walking continues in today....Nice take on the form.

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  3. It has been repainted, but the spirit of the place remains.

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  4. ah, i would not mind a sit just to write there on the edge of nature...as a palce you went together i imagine it carries plenty of memories as well....

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  5. A touching piece about friendship is how I take this...something strong and enduring with the use of rhymes words able, companionable, and table...sweet..

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  6. What a lovely tie-in to love-filled moments of the past. You were brave to go there and I believe your courage paid off. No?
    Your style is so fluent that one totally forgets about the form used.

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  7. Wonderful reminiscing in your lovely rondeau.

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  8. Such a peaceful memory of friendship and shared creativity. Lovely.

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  9. This is so filled with lovely memories.

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  10. Beautiful memory ~ keep them alive in your heart ~ Lovely rondeau & poignant words ~

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  11. Lovely and sad. A place so tied to good memories can be a place of healing beyond the grief. Beautiful writing!

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  12. Beautiful and also sad. Lovely.
    Anna :o]

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  13. Brilliant refrain filled with sadness and longing for days past. wonderful rhythm and a great rondeau

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  14. Thank you for taking us on this memory lane rondeau - so well done!

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  15. A thirteen-line rondeau! Definitely an established variant of the form. You certainly gave yourself a challenge with your main rhyme - then you rose to it ... smiles. I love the melancholy rentrement - we used to walk - which is full of longing for what once was, but is no longer.

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    1. Thank you. And gosh, I'm glad 13 lines is an established variant - it was accidental, from my unfamiliarity with the form!

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  16. Sad and memorable. Good upgrade on use of the form.

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  17. Its such a poignant trip down the memory lane...what a rondeau! Kudos..

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  18. very poignant and the slant rhymes add a magic here.! Beautiful!

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  19. Thanks to everyone for the very kind comments. Some of you know this referred to my late husband, but those who saw it as being about friendship were not wrong — he was my best friend and dearest companion.

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