We lose them, don’t we, one by one, to time or aspiration?
What seams we sew, must rip to grow: unseemly alteration.
By stealth, their tide begins to ebb, and tangled in the mortal web
they may forget or shift away from our attention – not to say
we love them less – but like the moon, a distant crescent
glanced at briefly, still in our rounded knowledge there completely.
Look in my face now I have lost some valued constant from a distant past
and find the line which holds me like a kite, and fix me to my missing moon tonight.
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Jane, truly a beautiful poignant piece of poetry. >KB
Thank you KB. Born from a sad loss x
Julia, if this means what I take it to mean, I’m so sorry.
My lovely dance teacher of yesteryear died this week. It made me very sad and nostalgic. How lucky I am to have had such a lovely childhood. Friends really do mean the world to me x
The love you felt comes through so very strongly. I am genuinely sorry for the loss of somebody so important.
😦
Thanks for being a good mate Dunc x
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It’s something i can do. You lost somebody.
As good as it is to see you post again, dear, it is sad to see the subject. I am truly sorry for your loss.
Thank you, John, and it is good to have my best bloggy friends gather round x
Lovely heartfelt piece. Sorry for your loss.
Sorry Julia. I know it must hurt.
beautiful – sadly lovely
I think real beauty often has an edge of sadness…
Beautiful heartfelt write Julia – so sad for you.
Anna :o]
PS Clearing out a backlog of emails and there you were – hiding!
Thanks Anna – just lately, I have been concentrating on publishing my poetry book , ‘Seeing in the dark’, due out soon, and running a charity called Arty Party, which supports learning disabled adults to be creative – so I have missed you all. Will be back to catch up eventually 🙂