The
Bloom is Lost
You have fallen by the wayside; I go on without
you —
as if you were just a weed, plant that I used to
tend and cherish.
Perhaps I’ll give up gardening, or find something
hardier.
Missing
My black cat is moping tonight, and wandering the
whole house
uttering strident miaows; I know he wants me to
fix it all
but I can’t bring back our dead man, I can only
cuddle the cat.
12/2/14
Is it wrong to start my day, every day, at the
computer?
Bad for my health and my housework both — so I am
often told.
Ah, but this they don’t know: I start all my days
with poetry.
13/2/14
Morning Sounds
Intermittent calls of local birds,
from shrilling to warbling.
My neighbour's wake-up cough;
noises of saucepan and kettle.
I am quiet here in my yard, with my
cat curled up beside me.
As Promised
‘We’ll get through this,’ you told
me, your arms around me as I sobbed
and would not give my reason: that
I saw you dying day by day.
Alone now, and still here, day by
day I’m getting through it.
14/2/14
I walk about my little house,
liking the comforts I’ve made here —
this home of mine that was once
ours, from which you are dead and gone,
where in each room I encounter warm
traces of your presence.
15/2/14
Waking up, I stretch my limbs,
lifting my legs high in the air
so I see the slim ankles, the
shapely calves of a young girl
once a day — before weight and age,
and Gravity, thicken them.
16/2/14
In Wilting Heat
I believe there will be rain
tonight, at last. Yes! I walk out
and find very fine drops already
falling invisibly.
But will they be enough for this
thirsty land? Bring on the storms!
21/2/14
Rain Call
Big splashy raindrops, I call you
to fall on this thirsty earth!
And to keep falling as long as the
plants need to keep drinking!
In one week autumn will begin --
mote we go into it refreshed!
The Dead Year
It's as if a whole year has been
negated since you died.
Though I'm well aware of all its
happenings and stages, they dim.
It seems reality stopped with you,
events since pale and lifeless.
22/2/14
The Singer Tells Me
The singer tells me that, since
menopause, she’s lost the voice she had.
She likes to sing with others
now, who are giving all they have.
‘I too,’ she says, ’Give all I
have. I must let that be enough.’
23/2/14
I'm also linking these to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #191
I found this a challenging form indeed, so was very surprised and delighted that Missing was placed 5th in the Top 10 when the Challenge was judged! — 14 March 2014
I'm also linking these to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #191
I found this a challenging form indeed, so was very surprised and delighted that Missing was placed 5th in the Top 10 when the Challenge was judged! — 14 March 2014
goodness...you wrote quite a few...my cat was walking around the house looking for someone last night...i like that you gave her comfort...the small traces of them all around still...yes, hard not to see their touches.
ReplyDeleteGosh, you're quick off the mark this morning, Brian! But I guess it's not morning for you. For me, here I am as usual with computer and coffee, first thing. :) Many thanks for commenting.
DeletePS Yes, I did write quite a few. I was intrigued by this form and found it quite hard to get a handle on. Some other people wrote exquisitely beautiful pieces with apparent ease.
DeleteI don't know where to start with your poems, Rosemary. Ha, I start my day with the computer too. Not bad, I think, if it is with poetry. Smiles. Interesting to read how a home which was once shared by two makes its transition, but still there are the traces that remain. I agree with the singer's philosophy. All a person has MUST be enough!
ReplyDeleteAh, that one about the singer was almost a found poem! :)
DeleteLike this form and how you have explored it here Rosemary--loved the one about the cat--
ReplyDeleteThere will always be cats in my poetry! :)
DeleteRosemary,
ReplyDeleteOverall your message is clear in all this poetic form. You miss the love of your life and his presence. I admire how you have captured facets of that dreadful emptiness, and filled it with diversions...Particularly poignant with the cat.
Lovely words and a very unique style.
Eileen:)
Thank you, Eileen. Yes, that is my recurrent theme these days. Perhaps the time will come when I've written it out. Meanwhile, how lucky I am that I can do that.
DeleteOh Rosemary, how I felt all of these...........giving up gardening or finding something harder....the cat's lonely miaowing........beginning one's day with poetry (me, too!).........and yes, you are getting through it, and splendidly.
ReplyDeleteI start and end my days in poetry, smiles ~ Love the sijo form Rosemary ~
ReplyDeleteAppreciate the floral bouquet of words ~
Oh yes, of course my days end the same way too. :)
DeleteLove these snippets of life inlaid with deep emotion...enjoyed the sijo form and I must say that we begin and end the day the same way..smiles
ReplyDeleteAh, I think quite a few of us might do that!
Deletethese are wonderful, Rosemary. I do quite like that first one, and do admire them all ~
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by and saying so.
DeleteRosemary,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely idea, and how privileged.
I start all my days with poetry.
A heavenly thought.
A blessing, yes.
DeleteLoved the idea of writing like this, really caught me, and i really liked reading this! I start my day with my phone checking the various sites, but you could say it's also at the computer! I honestly liked reading it!
ReplyDeleteI hear you, and I thank you. :)
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