Friday 3 May 2013

ONE NEW POEM



One poem this week. One I wrote at the last Juncture 25 workshop.

Life has a habit if coming out of left field and telling you things you could never put into words. I had organised an exercise and as I set about the task with the others, out of the depths of my unconscious came this poem. Almost complete. I think I am standing too close to it to be critical. here it is.

For Christine

Moon for night, candle light,
a wooden triple candle stick,
burning fast, gone too quick,
the holder unnoticed smoulders.
Life has a habit of getting in the way.

A butterfly life, my dead dear wife,
that Santorini sunset
might have consumed the world,
what would we have done differently?
Living has a habit of getting in the way.

Can’t hold a candle,
so the wood keeps memories.
Saturday was your fiftieth birthday,
yet you never saw forty.
There is so much more I wanted to say.

I would be interested to know what you think of it.

7 comments:

  1. Sad and beautiful. I think the last line is relatable for many people--who hasn't felt that way about someone?

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    1. Thank you. I agree, we all need to say what we need to while we can.

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  2. It's sad and lovely. I like it.

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    1. Thank you. Your praise means a great deal.

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  3. Life does get in the way. Sorry for any loss you've experienced. I loved the poem. Blessing and peace to you.

    Tracey

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  4. Beautiful, last line resonates.

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  5. Marshall thank you. I appreciate your kind words. The poem wrote itself very quickly.
    Janet I am glad you like the poem. I wrote it in a workshop. I suppose the feelings were poised to emerge.
    Thank you both.

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