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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21 February 2015

That Moment on the Couch Tonight

I was so full of love for you!
Though I said not a word, you felt it 
and wordlessly responded.

I held you to my heart,
your chest pressed against mine,
savouring your warmth 
and the dear shape of your body. 

Long minutes
without moving,
we rested in the embrace.

Afterwards I was still happy.
What a wonder, what a gift,
to feel your body
with my body

just as it used to be 
before,
when you were living.
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34 comments:

  1. Wolfsrosebud21 February 2015 at 01:14

    OOOh... this was a surprise at the end... it's hard to let go

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 09:23

      I have come to see that we don't necessarily need to let go in order to move forward.

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  2. Brian Miller21 February 2015 at 01:33

    uff...yeah you got the volta in there...did not see the end coming...
    i guess i am glad that you still have those moments that they
    draw close...but it gave me a bit of a tear in the eye...smiles

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 09:24

      Sometimes the happy memories end up making me a bit tearful, too. But not this time.

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  3. Beachanny21 February 2015 at 03:35

    Very touching poem - all elements beautifully crafted. Thank you.

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  4. Claudia21 February 2015 at 05:34

    oh heck... that last line made my eyes go wide... glad that you could enjoy this last moment of warmth....

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 09:18

      Well, I am hoping it may not be the last. Though it will certainly last me a long time! :)

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  5. S.E.Ingraham21 February 2015 at 06:51

    How precious; I loved this.

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  6. brudberg21 February 2015 at 06:56

    Exactly like this! yes the whole meaning of your lines got so much more vivid with that last lines.. 14 lines or not this was a masterpiece.. really strong.

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  7. Unknown21 February 2015 at 07:30

    whoa.... last line; this piece when from loving, to creepy. like Bjorn said, this is def a masterpiece

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 09:20

      Thank you for the high praise too. For me the ending was not creepy but tender. (This really happened.)

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  8. Anonymous21 February 2015 at 08:03

    I have to confess that ending kind of creeped me out at the end.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 09:21

      Sorry about that. It wasn't so for me, far from it.

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  9. Susan21 February 2015 at 08:23

    From mind memory to sense memory in an instant! I love when that happens! Great poem! May you have this kind of moment whenever you want it! I hae to reach for it at times, but not when mind-spirit and body work togeher. And it's not like they are hanging around waiting to be released--nothing like that! More like tuning in to something no one could ever take away.

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky21 February 2015 at 08:37

    Oh I love this so much. I know he is still sticking around. He would not go far. I remember you spotting him in the new chair, smiling approval of the purchase. What a gift, indeed, to have those long moments.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 09:22

      A psychic friend assures me he is now my guardian angel.

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  11. Grace21 February 2015 at 09:58

    How very touching ~ I am happy to read that he is now your guardian angel, smiles ~

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  12. Gabriella21 February 2015 at 10:36

    I could feel that tenderness in your words, rendered even more powerful by that last line.

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  13. Mary21 February 2015 at 10:48

    Rosemary, right now I am reading some adolescent fiction that includes 'magical realism,' and your poem strikes me now as having magical realism as well. We have to take these moments as they come, enjoy the magic as it presents itself. Enjoy those 'couch' moments when they happen.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 February 2015 at 11:52

      Yes, I see that it could indeed fit into that genre. And thank you, I shall enjoy. :)

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  14. Anonymous21 February 2015 at 14:30

    you have managed to make a poem simultaneously sad and joyful. Very nicely done!

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  15. ds21 February 2015 at 15:20

    Now THAT is a twist! And on re-reading, every line became more clear. Very well done. Thank you.

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  16. Sabio Lantz21 February 2015 at 22:01

    Morose, sad, twisted, playful -- all done in 4 words.
    Superbly Enlightening!

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  17. The Bizza22 February 2015 at 14:40

    Oh my. Those last lines were a gut-punch. Beautifully written. If I didn't get what a Volta is supposed to be prior to reading this, I certainly do now.

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  18. Anonymous24 February 2015 at 02:54

    Lovely tribute to love that transcends space and time.

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