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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7 July 2016

Return to the Winter Garden

My new cat has enticed me
to come and sit with her
right now, in our courtyard garden.

Bright orange, the trumpet creeper 
is climbing my neighbour's tree.
Not my job to tell him, and I'm sure
he can see, so I settle back to enjoy.

Once, a huge monitor lizard
climbed it too, and lay all afternoon
along a branch. Earlier today
I heard the fat dove coo,
that lives over there. Luckily

my cat, Selene, doesn't hunt – not
if it means scaling fences. She
is no longer young. Nor am I.

It's a lovely, sunny winter afternoon,
not so cold as yesterday. A plane
drones lazily over. It's nearly four years;
I hardly remember the pain of them –

those years of coming here to my garden
and your large absence meeting me. 
And in noticing how I don't remember,
I do remember – and I turn from that
into today, and peace, and my new cat.


















I'm linking this poem to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #311

22 comments:

  1. Lovely poem ... thank you :)

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  2. I like the way you mixed the past with the present in this poem, Rosemary. It is nice to be able to enjoy the new cat, yet reflecting on the absence of one held dear.

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  3. Oh Rosemary, this is beautiful. Yes, that large an absence becomes a presence, it is so huge. I, too, love the hope and comfort and peace in your turning to today and your new cat. Way to go.

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  4. Sweetly done. I'm with Selene, no hunting.

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  5. And in noticing how I don't remember, I do remember – wow.. this poem has so much peace in it...despite the absence...with the comfort of the cat and garden.

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  6. I love the mixture of the past with the present. Though we have new companions our heart always holds dear the old. Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. This is sweet, Rosemary. How perfectly you phrase about Selene's and your age (well, sort of). Made me smile :-) This is a relaxing garden scene.

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  8. ah, all the sweet sights and sounds and silent musings to be had in a garden..so relieving and peaceful....

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  9. Sometimes it is amazing how despite the path and pains before we can have moments when we feel that where we are and who we are is just right - magical, true and real - it is even more wonderful to capture that and share it with us :) and Selene is a wise cat..no point scaling fences when we don't need to

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  10. And in noticing how I don't remember,
    I do remember – and I turn from that
    into today, and peace, and my new cat.

    Perfect conclusion to this introspective piece.

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  11. What a beautiful relaxing narration that allowed the reader be part of the scene and to visualize every word you wrote. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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  12. I think you have captured all the moments that a garden can hold. It's so mu much past yet utterly present...

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  13. I've enjoyed the view from your courtyard. Your cat has excellent ideas. We should all have a companion who nudges us towards the outside... to sit... to look... And your last stanza is just perfect.

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  14. A very reflective journey into the world as you see it.

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  15. What a fine moment! I think I may have written on the same theme, but your poem is ever so much gentler. Thank you for the visit with yard, cat, tree and memories.

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  16. This poem feels like a little gift of chocolate. So delicious. I like how you express the on-going resolution of your grief within the context of a beautiful day and a beautiful new cat.

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  17. A beautiful poem. How old and new feelings merge together; I read this a couple of times as there's so much to see within its verses.

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  18. Love the setting, imagery and the slice of life and memory.

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  19. what a carefree and relaxed mood. and peaceful too. :)

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  20. Sweet companionship for a lazy Sunday morning.

    Much love...

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