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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20 November 2016

Dear Love

Dear love,
when you left me
you did not leave me.

Now I am bound to my house,
where your voice 
murmurs from corners

and sometimes I look up
to catch your face,
your same old smile.

Dear love.



Written in response to The Cross-roads ~ Micro Poetry at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.


14 comments:

  1. Holy moley, that second stanza. Whew. That sucker-punched me.

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  2. This is so wonderful. And it makes me wish I had stayed in my trailer, where I am sure Pup's spirit stayed when I moved across the road. Sigh. Ouch.

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  3. One seeks solace in many ways. For a loved one or a pet they deserve these remembrances!

    Hank

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  4. Love never leaves us... if we keep it in our hearts and minds. Such a lovely bit.

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  5. This is beautifully haunting!! ❤️

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  6. This is heart-breaking, Rosemary. I get the sense of the speaker remaining at the crossroad.

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  7. hard to move on - harder sometimes to move. Bu then again the speaker enjoys the companionship that remains

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  8. Heart breaking and haunting, yet there is a comfort in the smile staying on.

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  9. Houses hold human essence like handwriting does.

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  10. Comforting to feel a loved one's presence.

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  11. Tear trickles down cheek, blurry eyed typing all the wrong letters - I still hear certain voices from corners but I seem to have brought them with me. Love this, Rosemary.

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  12. Oh, this reaches right into my heart.

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  13. This reminded me of Mcdreamy's death in Grey's anatomy! Very powerful one

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  14. Ah, true love doesn't end, even when one partner is departed. I was with you as you wrote this, as were others I'm sure
    ..

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