Monday, December 24, 2018

In Sunlight


                                 ... on a stump in sunlight I watch you clean fish / your cat in my lap 

                 ... thirty some years

                                            ... it's still the only day that's ever really mattered




Image: Salvador Dali, Persistence of Memory (detail)

6 comments:

  1. memories, this makes me cry a little for my lost friends, not dead friends but gone none the less; happy holidays to you.

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    1. I first wrote this a few years ago, but never posted it. I recently received the news that the subject of this poem, a dear friend for what is now forty years, has passed ... It's been a hard few days. But, life goes on ...

      Happy Holidays, Linda. It's good to see you again.

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  2. The past is gone, leaving only trails of memory for us to live on. As we journey through the waning breaths, the best or worst that we may have are only memories. Relationship provides the strongest bond, and the departure of those close to our hearts can shake us up. But, the mystery of life has to go on to ensure the continuity of this existence.

    Sorry to hear about your friends passing away. Nicely expressed. God bless.

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    1. Thank you for this kind and thoughtful response, beautifully expressed. I love the relationship you have with Life and its beautiful mysteries.

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  3. Teresa, your poems always seem to take me back on my own journeys to other times, other places, and I thank you for that.
    I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. I too have lost so many.

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    1. Our shared life experiences create invaluable connections. I'm glad these poems speak to you.

      Thank you for the kind words.

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