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'.


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14 comments:

  1. Anonymous20 November 2016 at 09:00

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

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky20 November 2016 at 09:56

    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. kaykuala20 November 2016 at 12:42

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

    Hank

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  4. Magaly Guerrero20 November 2016 at 14:38

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

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  5. Sanaa Rizvi20 November 2016 at 16:14

    This is beautifully haunting!! ❤️

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  6. Kerry O'Connor20 November 2016 at 18:54

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

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  7. Anonymous21 November 2016 at 00:50

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

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  8. brudberg21 November 2016 at 02:17

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

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  9. colleen21 November 2016 at 02:58

    Houses hold human essence like handwriting does.

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  10. Debi Swim21 November 2016 at 23:02

    Comforting to feel a loved one's presence.

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  11. Kim M. Russell22 November 2016 at 01:07

    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. Susie Clevenger22 November 2016 at 07:47

    Oh, this reaches right into my heart.

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  13. Samyuktha Semi Jayaprakash22 November 2016 at 09:06

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

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  14. Jim24 November 2016 at 15:34

    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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