10.23.2011

quabbin dream

woods like fiery calico
patchwork across the lake--
another season arrives with its bluster,
its demands stitched in crimson,
brittle-hearted like dry leaves.

 -- you are still gone --

picture my children greeting you--
smiles preserved in a weathered frame,
dancing like leaves in an autumn wind.
but all i have is your words
stitched in crimson into a fiery heart.

15 comments:

  1. beautiful and so very sad. You miss her... bunches I'm sure.

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  2. Beautiful, the missing with the fall beauty. A sweet memorial.

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  3. beautiful, and that fiery calico is quite an image.

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  4. i love this structure.
    and your imagery of textiles in flame... incredible and innovative.

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  5. This is so subtly wrought with the invocation of the season in the first half, and of the individual in the last. A sense of melancholy pervades as one realizes the loss - when someone is gone it is indeed the words which remain.
    Exquisite use of the form.

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  6. Exquisite is the word.the consistency of excellence is staggering.

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  7. thank you, lovely people :)
    cameron? you would know! xoxo

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  8. "brittle hearted like dry leaves"= stunningly lovely

    I loved this

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  9. Oh, this is divine. Seasons can certainly bring back memories of loved ones who have passed. Very effective.

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  10. Have to say I am tremendously impressed - one stanza about the seasons, the second linking in your grandmother very skilfully.
    Just wondering if the link stanza - you are still gone - might have been a bit stronger? I see what you are trying to do with the simplicity though...

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  11. A lovely and poignant tribute. I often think about my loved ones who are not here in autumn also.

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  12. oh you people love to flatter me and i am all aflattered. thank you.
    peter! very fine observation. i will think about it. it was the "you are still gone" that started me down this path. that in-between line seemed to beg for simplicity. but, still. thank you, i'm sure this will undergo some edits.

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  13. lovely and sad all at once,... definitely the season for remembering

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  14. goodbyes are so hard for me..the goodbye of the season and the goodbye of a loved one...a beautiful poem

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