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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5 November 2017

With Great Anticipation

I will come and join you
at the end of the week
and then we’ll catch up
and I’ll find out
what’s been going on with you
since our last encounter –
and that will be good, but
even more I want to know
what will happen next,
your future, how you will
navigate your crises
at work and home, and whether
you ever will meet that great love
we're all waiting for,
to whom you have come so close 
it seemed, once or twice,
only to discover
that Whoever decides these things 
had other plans,
such as death, betrayal ...
which of course
keeps you on our screens
week after week
as we agonise with you
and watch you grow,
both longing for and dreading
the final dénouement.

3 comments:

  1. Indeed it is always nice to catch up with people.....whether in person or on screen.....after we have been away for a time. This is a wonderful one-sentence poem, Rosemary!

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  2. Oh I know that watching and agonizing and supporting.........and a very intriguing one-sentence poem.

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  3. Growth is such a lovely thing, a joy to watch... But, yes, the implications of growth (and growing) can be so much scarier.

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