Friday, March 25, 2016

Joy. A Commoner's Perspective. 1.


For DS

Sorting
Cards
From last year.
And there you
Are

Once again
You fly me glitter
From your
Soul
Across

Three
Thousand
Signposts
Of our
Friendship

Blue-green
Yellow-red
Brush
Strokes
Caressing

My eyes
Bringing
An eternal
Second of
Bliss

7 comments:

  1. today we had an ice storm and it was grey and raw out. I had to drive to town to mail a small order I had promised to send. The postage was ten dollars more than I had billed the client. I was annoyed about that. Got in my car, saw a red chocolate wrapper, opened it up. It was the last chocolate covered cherry from my Christmas box. delicious!

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  2. The senses bridge time, space and even death, don't they, bringing us back to specific moments with vivid detail. My brother recently brought me a pair of my mother's gloves that he had found some years ago. Black, wrist-length gloves. Gloves that she wore to my morning wedding with a deep green dress, a black tie belt and black shoes. She could be elegant but didn't feel so that day because the skirt was too short, she felt, for her thirty-eight years. Those black gloves probably also expressed perfectly her sense of mourning that I was marrying a pagan Catholic in a Catholic church. Such prejudice in that town in which we lived. I attempted to try them on because our hands were shaped alike, I remembered, but I found that they were too small. There went my surety that I had my mother's hands! Your poem is beautiful and evocative.

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  3. And now I've done what your acquaintance did the other day: I've used your poem to launch into a memory of my own!

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  4. Launch away readers, this is lovely - you stoking your memories at my fire :)

    XO
    WWW

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  5. So beautiful.....greeting to you and do hope you have Spring.

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