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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29 November 2016

Reaching Beyond

Softly calling
across hilltops
oceans and skies:
the memories.

Across hilltops
as on bird wings –
hear them flutter.

Oceans and skies
ripple with white –
wave tips and clouds.

The memories,
evanescent,
hint and linger.

14 comments:

  1. This is so gorgeous, Rosemary......

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  2. Very delicate, love the last 3 lines particularly

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  3. The hint of evanescent memories... sigh!

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  4. This reads like a white blossom laid on snow. Thank you.

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  5. This is beautifully executed, Rosemary. You have the lightest touch.

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  6. My goodness! This is absolutely stupendous!💝

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  7. Tender & enchanting - a beautiful poem, Rosemary. "Evanescent" will indeed linger with me a while...

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  8. To me this can both see this as looking forward connecting with the past... love it.

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  9. This is a very beautiful and delicate poem. Nicely done.

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  10. This is so peaceful, Rosemary. Just what I needed. I was feeling bad about getting to the Tuesday prompts late, but I feel lucky to read this today. Thank you.

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