of giving back.
who doesn't know a thing,
as many times as it takes,
Inspired by the wonderful poem Starfish by Eleanor Lerman. The italicized lines are hers.
Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Inspired by the wonderful poem Starfish by Eleanor Lerman. The italicized lines are hers.
I save my love for what stays.
The italicized lines are from the poem "I Save My Love" by Marjorie Saiser, of Wild Writing.
Where there was something and suddenly isn't
- a beach, a forest, the song of the surf,
the crash of waves on shore,
sunset sinking below the horizon,
running through the wild world
with a big black laughing dog -
absence becomes a presence
that fits into a corner of our hearts.
Heart walls expand to make room
for the memories, watered with tears,
that come, unbidden, at random moments.
There is an ache, a missing, that feels
almost as strong as the presence did,
for we are remembering Joy
from a place of less-than-joy.
We are remembering love
from a place of loss-of-the-beloved.
We are remembering companionship
and feeling the pining of our solitary soul.
Where there was something and suddenly isn't
we have to work hard to
remember gratitude, recognize enough-ness,
look up at the sky and trail
the eagle's flight with our eyes,
seek out riversong or a place of salt and sea.
We somehow learn to make a space for sorrow
inside our aching chests,
and place our love and remembering there,
glad that we recognized joy
and fullness of soul when we had it,
though everything after has been muted,
tinted grey and sepia,
compared to those golden,
radiant, long-gone wild
wilderness days
that will never,
will not ever
come again.
The two italicized lines are from Naomi Shihab Nye's poem Burning the Old Year .
Sharing this at What's Going On, where Sumana's prompt on Wednesday is Memory / Remembering.
A message I have written about before but it doesn't hurt to repeat it.