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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24 July 2017

July Nights: Sequence

July nights
darkness brings a chill
I’m alone

I huddle
into my jacket
deny cold

turn on light 
and warmth to cancel
memories

already
five years ago, still
I shiver


(It's winter in Australia – and time for my 'anniversary reaction'.)
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4 comments:

  1. Anonymous24 July 2017 at 11:56

    There is a heartbeat in this. So real.

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  2. kaykuala25 July 2017 at 00:17

    Things seem short of a standstill but just!

    Hank

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky25 July 2017 at 02:05

    Five years have gone by so quickly. I like what Martin says, about the heartbeat in this poem. So true.

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  4. S.E.Ingraham26 July 2017 at 05:52

    Yes, beautifully penned, Rosemary. Your feelings are palpable..

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