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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27 November 2016

How Fortunate, Dear Readers

How fortunate, dear readers, that you enjoy 
all these poems about my garden and my cat.
They are likely to keep right on coming.
My obsessions nowadays are quiet, insular.

All these poems about my garden and my cat
connect me to earthy, practical ways of being. 
Otherwise I might fly off, disappear into dreams.

They are likely to keep right on coming,
the dreams and flights – but so are the frangipani,
the red geraniums, my cat's games and her hungers.

My obsessions nowadays are quiet, insular.
After all, I grew up on an island; and I carry quiet
within me, an interior island of words, of poetry.


Linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #331


24 comments:

  1. I feel I have learned about the trimeric poetry form from a good teacher.

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    1. Thank you. I have learned by practising it this month.

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  2. Thank you
    My pleasure
    Keep 'em coming

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  3. Now is definitely the time to keep quiet within oneself! And everyday obsessions can help us survive and thrive in an otherwise turbulent world!

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  4. love the 'interior island of words, of poetry.'...

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  5. Like that interior island of words... lovely.

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  6. interior island of words....wow this sounds so beautiful.

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  7. I love how you connect us to your profound thoughts on writing and sharing.. makes me feel a whole lot closer to you💜 Beautifully penned.


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  8. Oh, to carry the Quiet! "Otherwise I might fly off, disappear into dreams."

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  9. So are you saying Rosemary that when John Donne said "No man is an island..." he specifically excluded you or all women? Just asking!

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    1. Different metaphor! I agree with Donne; and since he wrote in times when it was understood that 'man embraces woman', I don't believe he intended to exclude anyone. But the kind of island I'm describing is neither entire of itself nor indistinguishable from the main – rather, a place to retreat to at times, but still within reach.

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  10. I think your garden and cat are gatekeepers to those magical dreams.. all of which i hope will always keep coming

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    1. Ah, that's a good thought, about them being my gatekeepers.

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  11. Otherwise I might fly off,
    disappear into dreams.

    Don't do that. Connect to practical ways of being. Yes Rosemary!

    Hank

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  12. I carry quiet
    within me, an interior island of words, of poetry.

    and many your words always flow like the ocean tides..

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  13. A lovely poem Rosemary and thank you for sharing with us your stories about your garden and your cat

    i'm happy you dropped by my Sunday Standard today

    much love...

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  14. A garden and a cat, a library, what can you wish for more.

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  15. I've always found that the simple, everyday things are the most real as well... helping to ground us, and inspire us with poetry.

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  16. I LOVE this poem! The simple joys........"otherwise I might fly off into dreams"......I so know that carrying quiet within ourselves........that "interior island of words, of poetry." Perfection.

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  17. My pleasure, dear writer/poet.

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  18. Few things are as glorious to read as poetry birthed from pure love.

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  19. A charming piece - I almost expected to come upon the word "magic" somewhere in the lines; though I think, perhaps, it is implied. (That distinctive black hat has always suggested to me, that there must be a cat familiar nearby and a bit of enchantment to be found in that garden.)

    Loved the phrase "I carry quiet within me". Beautiful!

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  20. I so agree, that quiet within gives us the strength to continue our outward activities. There is a prevalent peace within all of your poem. I felt it and thank you,

    Elizabeth

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  21. This is lovely Rosemary. To me your "obsession" with your garden and your cat are but symbols of your wisdom, your groundedness balanced with the purity of hopeful dreams.

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