A woman – me –
sits alone
in a small garden
surrounded by
trees and sky
no cat beside her
no man alive
inside house,
garden, anywhere.
In 'Play It Again' at 'imaginary garden with real toads' we are asked to revisit an earlier challenge: either lists, imagism, or encapsulating our own recurrent 'power image' in 25 words. I have tried to do all three at once.
Demurrals:
The three lists are very small: trees and sky; no cat ... no man; house, garden, anywhere.
The bereavement theme is recurrent, sometimes people find it powerful, and it often includes being in that garden -- but I would hope to move away from it eventually.
I'm not sure this is sufficiently descriptive to be Imagist.
And just for the heck of it, I gave myself a syllabic pattern to adhere to, too.
this is brilliant Rosemary, capturing all three at once...could feel the healing power of trees and sky in the lines....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sumana! A favourite meditation place.
DeleteThe balance between what is there and what isn't create that perfect atmosphere..
ReplyDeleteSurrounded by sky and trees would be enough ~ The loss though is palpable ~
ReplyDeleteI fear this being me someday. I selfishly hope that I'll depart before my husband. I can't bear the thought of being without him.
ReplyDeleteMy mother is a widow, three years now. She's a very stoic lady, and she doesn't care for pets. She seems to be getting along well enough without my father, although I wouldn't know if she wasn't. As I said, she's stoic. She wouldn't tell anyone if she were feeling down.
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This is stark and true.
ReplyDeleteSo poignant, Rosemary. And yet the woman still lives, creates, finds purpose and joy. No small feat!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteIt seems lonely and haunting.
ReplyDeletehttps://thedianerehmshow.org/shows/2015-08-20/the-100th-anniversary-of-robert-frosts-poem-the-road-not-taken
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