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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22 October 2016

Now That You Are Gone

Now that you are gone, there's no-one to tell
the small, inconsequential, trifling things 
that fill my days and thoughts – and serve me well 
to fix me to the earth. Well, who needs wings?
The time is not now for those high soarings.
Only, the daily trivia were sweet
in themselves, when I could come and repeat
the details into your listening ear.
I'm happy enough on my earth-bound feet,
but that I wish your step beside me, dear.


  1. Oh, so sweet and poignant. Yes, happy enough, but wishing for their dear presence. I especially love those closing lines.

  2. Yes, I remember...
    But that it ever happened at all...

  3. Now not there anymore but the presence is always felt and lovingly missed.