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6 June 2016

Somewhere, Some Day

‘Just hold me,’
I wanted to say –
as though we loved.

Then, when I fell
over that damn rock,
you lifted me
into a hug.
I rested there.

You told me about
the red-winged hawk
you’d seen at dawn.

A time for us? A place?
Just then. Just there.

The feeling of home.
The parting.


For this month's Flash 55 PLUS! at 'imaginary garden with real toads', we are asked for a piece in 55 words, and may include a reference to a line from a tear-jerker song. 'Somewhere' from West Side Story does it for me.


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12 comments:

  1. Hannah6 June 2016 at 08:17

    I love the mention of such a powerful bird in this powerful moment. Beautiful poem, Rosemary.

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  2. Angie6 June 2016 at 09:50

    love west side story. parting from the feeling of home...sigh

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  3. Outlawyer6 June 2016 at 10:36

    First - I too love that song--but this works in the longing and disconnect so well--I love the almost randomness of the connection--but not--really well done, Rosemary. k.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade6 June 2016 at 11:05

      Whew! Thank you. I was a bit worried it might be too mawkish.

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  4. kaykuala6 June 2016 at 11:14

    A fleeting moment. The feeling of home and reassurance but yet parting takes place. That is life of the innocence growing up!

    Hank

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  5. Debi Swim6 June 2016 at 11:27

    The feeling of home sums it up for me. That's a bit wrenching. Wonderful work

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  6. Magaly Guerrero6 June 2016 at 12:19

    Such longing, especially in the feeling "of home" right before the "parting".

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  7. brudberg6 June 2016 at 17:56

    A moment to pretend, to feel that something different might be... Love the detail about the hawk.

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  8. Marian6 June 2016 at 23:20

    Oh but it ends with a parting. Just like for Tony and Maria.

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  9. Kerry O'Connor6 June 2016 at 23:31

    A wonderful choice of song and you captured the moment so perfectly.

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky7 June 2016 at 11:23

    Sigh. So sad, so sweet. Love the red tailed hawk.

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  11. Rommy8 June 2016 at 03:29

    I love the music of West Side Story. I like the inclusion of the hawk here. It speaks of free flying things not limited to anything other than their desire to fly.

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