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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17 August 2016

My Glass Jar

is displayed on the high shelf 
square and lidless as found 
left behind at the farmhouse

embossed with a wheat sheaf 
the words Peace and Plenty 
and 1879

a blessing I kept for every home 
true for the later ones 
with a different man.





















Another for dVerse quadrille #14: jar
Also sharing at The Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

22 comments:

  1. Such a great thing to have, what a wonderful find...

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    1. Yes, that's what I thought! How could people just leave it behind?

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  2. Liking this, Rosemary. I like that old jar too. As I think around the house there isn't any 'nice' and prominant momento that survived my first marriage. With four kids, one income, and her back in college, we didn't have much left to spend. And nothing from deceased parents at that stage of life.
    Now I have several nice jars but haven't written of/to them.
    ..

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    1. The earliest of which, I'll never know. :(

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  4. Ha--glad you found a man that filled the jar's promise! Very sweet. k.

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  5. An amazing jar - and poem. Love the peace and plenty of the later years with a different man. Andrew was so peaceful - and there was plenty of love!!!!!!!!

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    1. Ha ha, Andrew was feisty, stubborn and irritating – just like me. But the plenty of love and willingness to communicate brought us out the other side; and through it all we had a deep accord, as well as a commitment to peace.

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  6. Those things found in small, obscure shops, the things that call to us. The objects truly worth having, in this world of the worthless. Love this, Rosemary. You remind me that I need to actually blog more often instead of frittering on Facebook. Amy

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    1. Wish you would, dear Amy. The one you posted that I just read was a rewarding read.

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  7. A very neat jar to find! I love things such as this...things found that make a place in our lives and hearts.

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  8. May the blessings always be eith you.

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  9. What a lovely gift to warm a home...I don't think it was an accident it became yours.

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  10. Such great and warm imagery. Appreciate this.

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  11. Love this, Rosemary, very wry. Peace and plenty? Peace or plenty? I really like the spirit of this little ditty (and that jar too).

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  12. Your last stanza tells so many tales (I hope you share some of them).

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    1. Thank you for encouraging me, Magaly dear!

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  13. That's one to keep Rosemary. Did you get my email to contact me?

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    1. No, Grace. I have searched everywhere, including spam, but I have not found it. The Contact emails on my blogs are correct; I just double-checked. Also have sent you an email via your blog Contact.

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  14. What a wonderful treasure!

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