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to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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11 September 2016

Briefly Guilt-Tripping Myself

In my peaceful garden with my cat, 
I remember old failures of understanding – 

a young woman who tried to be kind and wanted friends, 
but I reacted to her uncongenial attitudes
and never got back in touch. Saved myself
much embarrassment no doubt, as we could never
have been real friends. But I just think now
I could have been kinder myself, I could have done it better.

Then I recall that the leeches I’ve known
are always hard to pull off, and they drain 
so much blood before that, and the extrication
is messy. Better, perhaps, never to let them get a grip.

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  1. Much, much wisdom here, Rosemary!

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  2. so much blood before that, and the extrication
    is messy. Better, perhaps, never to let them get a grip.

    Yes, it is best not to let things get to them and subsequently get out of hand! Play safe is a safe bet!

    Hank

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  3. A garden of peace and hope
    Thank you

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    1. Martin, I suspect this comment was meant for a different poem!

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    2. (Unless you read only the first line!)

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  4. By our age, we can spot incompatibilities so fast one's head can swim....LOL.....we know we don't have time for more angst.

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