Thursday, November 18, 2021

Absences

Table set for breakfast; one spoon, one knife.

No more melon. Too many quadrants.

No hummingbird seen since….

Large space on the white paper.

No singalong heard with the Irish group.

I wake up holding the pillow.

Hard candies still in the bowl.

Still-life of eggshell and empty cup.

Far less trash.

Cancelled appointments.

Glue sticks and scissors found everywhere.

Wallace Stevens waits. Your bookmark.

The poem I didn’t write for our anniversary.

Opening a book with your underlining. Why this paragraph?

Your pink eraser.

Those days I squandered.

Too much space in the closet.

Old cards saved, what did you mean by that last line?


6 comments:

  1. Poignant breathtaking immersing. These are not words but emotional universalities.
    Love,
    Basil

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  2. So tender Norm. Such a space where she once was.

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  3. Thanks, Gillian. We both lost mates with an enormous
    presence.

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  4. My heart is breaking for you Norm.

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  5. Torn between feeling such sadness and such beauty

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