A
dragonfly on the step.
Big
black lacy wings.
A
twisted body.
Dragonfly
was the sign
to
tell me, after he died,
that
he was near.
Outside again
for a closer look,
saw nothing.
Well, dirt
and crumbling leaves;
a
caught white dandelion seed.
But
dragonfly — not there.
He is free now, I tell myself,
He is safe.
But
it still makes me cry.
For day 28 of 'Poems in April' at 'imaginary garden with real toads', there is no specific prompt. I decided to do an erasure poem, using an entry from my private journal.
Yea, you xoncey these feelings in a very human and affecting way, easy to relate to. Thanks. K.
ReplyDeleteYeah. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Rosemary…your beloved is always present… gentle reminders come and go so you will not forget.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful...! :D
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
xoxo
This is exactly It. Free and safe, but we still miss them.
ReplyDeleteThe sign of the dragonfly.. what a wonderful signals from beyond.. the tears at the end are understandable.
ReplyDeleteOhh, I always want those signs, pine for them, and mostly miss or don't receive them. Lucky to notice, keep noticing.
ReplyDeleteFree and safe, yes. My parents come as bluebirds. I know it sounds odd, but my father loved them and my parents lived in Missouri..the bluebird is the state bird.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't sound odd to me, Susie, but beautiful — and makes perfect sense.
DeleteOh...this is so emotive and beautiful, Rosemary...thank you for sharing this with us. ♥
ReplyDeleteI love this- I, too watch for animal totems and their spirits~
ReplyDeleteYes, free and safe
He is free now, I tell myself,
ReplyDeleteHe is safe.
But it still makes me cry.
One would have wanted it that way! Let it be free! Crying is a crying of joy! Great lines Rosemary!
Hank
It doesn't matter how much we think they've traveled to a land of eternal summer (or winter if that's what their soul prefers), it's always sad when we feel the space they left behind. Your speaker is quite right...
ReplyDeleteLove lives on, doesn't it, Rosemary? And the joy it brings is sometimes matched by the intensity of "the missing."
ReplyDeletelove
ReplyDeletepeace, Rosemary ~
ReplyDeleteIt must be hard. Especially now winter approaches. I feel terribly sad for you...cuddle the cat and have a hot cocoa . Hugs !
ReplyDeleteGood suggestions! (It has become easier over time.)
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