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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3 September 2009

Monologue

30 Poems in 30 Days, Day 1
Prompt: Use the word Pattern in the first line and/or the last line of your poem.


The pattern of my life
is little changed.
I walk always with you.

That music we used to play
echoes here still
as if yesterday it sounded

sweet in the keen memory
and softly sad
though I no longer weep.

Spring is greening the hills
with welcome rain.
We pray it will be enough.

The seasons too are unchanged.
Life continues on
in familiar, relentless pattern.

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