Light arrives with the roses.
I’m nourished by such small things
which are in fact large.
What could be more important
than Life manifesting itself
in that form, that fragrance,
those rich yet delicate colours?
'Beautiful,' you agree,
'But those two flowers look sick.'
I explain they are buds
gradually opening; and know again
how life starts to elude you,
little by little the world
unravels, becoming unknown.
[Poem #22]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent, lapsing and resuming) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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Sunday, 20 July 2008
Saturday, 12 July 2008
Finally
How could I not
know it was over,
that day in the local café
for lunch – my idea –
your sour face glued
to the daily newspaper,
your back half-turned away?
In this café today
Andrew reads the paper,
looks over it at me,
laughs, asks a question.
So different!
It wasn't, after all,
the mere fact of reading
that gave me the signs
I ignored,
and remembered later.
[Poem #14]
know it was over,
that day in the local café
for lunch – my idea –
your sour face glued
to the daily newspaper,
your back half-turned away?
In this café today
Andrew reads the paper,
looks over it at me,
laughs, asks a question.
So different!
It wasn't, after all,
the mere fact of reading
that gave me the signs
I ignored,
and remembered later.
[Poem #14]
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