Two images, more-or-less "ordinary" and apt to suggest similar moments in the reader's life. Then bang, a little stab to the heart and quite possibly another moment in the reader's life.
This is beautiful - for all the stories told (like the writing on the shower tile wall) and those never even whispered. This woman has two faces. A public and a private self - a story never told. Very poignant post, Teresa.
Looking through a narrow opening always gives a special view. But, sometimes that is when eternity steals the moment away from the routine. Coupled with that the voice of someone dear can 'swaddle' our being with bliss...then when will time allow us to speak, so to tell our story? Nice.
Two images, more-or-less "ordinary" and apt to suggest similar moments in the reader's life. Then bang, a little stab to the heart and quite possibly another moment in the reader's life.
ReplyDeleteIt's a poem a long time in the making, so to speak ... yesterday, the time seemed right. Thank you so much for commenting, Nancy.
DeleteLovely. A moment that gently involutes and becomes private.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this comment, it means a lot to me.
DeleteI particularly like the juxtaposition of the very public (newspaper) and the very private (your words). Quite poignant, this one.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Linda. I always love hearing from you.
DeleteAt once pleasant and sad.
ReplyDelete(I'm still having a hard time getting comments to take.)
I'm so sorry the comments aren't taking readily ... but thank you so much for persevering ... always nice to hear from you ...
DeleteThis is beautiful - for all the stories told (like the writing on the shower tile wall) and those never even whispered. This woman has two faces. A public and a private self - a story never told. Very poignant post, Teresa.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Penny. I'm so grateful for the path that unfolded before me in this life ... and all I had to do was open the door ... :)
DeleteLooking through a narrow opening always gives a special view. But, sometimes that is when eternity steals the moment away from the routine. Coupled with that the voice of someone dear can 'swaddle' our being with bliss...then when will time allow us to speak, so to tell our story? Nice.
ReplyDeleteI'm very grateful for your thoughtful comments ... beautiful insights.
DeleteMmm.. The candor AND the natural discretion mark this poem.. I won't comment more but to say it is wonderful and crafted deftly.
ReplyDeleteThank you ... a poem long in the making, and the telling ....
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