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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26 May 2015

Love Forever True

He died on a Monday,
the third day of Spring --
for each of us
a new beginning.

Beginning anew
on an unknown journey,
each of us alone,
still we reach for connection.

We spring into day,
after the night of his illness.
On that Monday, he died
into new adventures —

new adventures into
freedom from restriction
(his illness). The night after,
he came back to visit

still reaching for connection —
a back-track, a pause
on that unknown journey.
Truly, it was love. Forever.









Written for Monday WRites #13 at Gillena's invitation. I had thought to do a first word acrostic, but my opening lines were so short that wasn't very workable, so I ended up playing about with a pattern of (almost) repeated lines instead.

 Also shared with Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
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11 comments:

  1. Gillena Cox26 May 2015 at 08:07

    What a lovely poem of love. I've heard is such happenings. I bet he watches over you. Love really deeply shared must last forever. Thanks for linking this lovely write. Hope to see you linked every episode


    Much love...

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade26 May 2015 at 08:24

      Thanks, Gillena — without your invitation, this poem would never have happened! And yes, this one tells a true story. :)

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky26 May 2015 at 12:49

    I love that he came back to visit after. That depth of love truly lasts beyond death.

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  3. Anonymous27 May 2015 at 08:45

    We all need that "one more time." So glad you got just that with your Andrew.

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi27 May 2015 at 11:00

    True love exceeds the limits of time and space :D
    I truly felt the depth of emotions in this poem!

    Beautifully penned..!
    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Vandana Sharma27 May 2015 at 20:29

    Really true love is forever even after death

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  6. brudberg28 May 2015 at 06:00

    A love that goes beyond all borders.. this is a universal truth..

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  7. Marian28 May 2015 at 06:32

    Aw. The repetition here works, like a question or an invitation to visit.

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  8. grapeling28 May 2015 at 15:49

    ahhhh ~

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  9. Outlawyer29 May 2015 at 12:40

    Ah--so sad to lose someone--doesn't seem real, except I think for the loneness. Thanks, Rosemary. k.

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  10. Susmit29 May 2015 at 22:50

    This goes real touchy, love is oozing out....Beautifully penned!

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