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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31 August 2016

They Leave Themselves Behind

Walking down the hall, I see
through one door, Andrew 
at his desk by the window
(where the second bed is now)
pantherish Levi snuggled at his feet;
or glimpse Freya through glass
reclining outside in sunshine –
cats and man, all gone,
always remaining.


Written for dVerse quadrille #15: leaves / leave.

11 comments:

  1. All have their own thing to do. That should keep them occupied. A respite for everyone and not being a bother which is good

    Hank

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    1. I hoped that title, last lines, and particularly 4th line, would reveal the true situation.

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  2. "all gone,
    always remaining."-- I love this, especially, Rosemary. <3

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    1. Oh, thank you! Those were the lines I most wondered about, if they were working.

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  3. This is a lovely poem but I find it disturbing because one day I am going to experience all these things and I don't think I will be able to get through it.

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    1. By that old method – one step at a time.

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  4. All gone and always remaining. Yes, that is the way of it.

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  5. I think there are always part remaining... so apt.

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  6. I really feel this, Rosemary. It's beautiful.

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  7. Those visuals can hurt as well as heal us. Those we love are truly "remaining" in our hearts and minds.
    A very touching piece, Rosemary.

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