bird grabs a worm
fills nestlings’ open beaks
a mother’s love
~
looking up
with doe eyes
her big brother
~
Walking to the school dance, they giggle at the cute boys near the band stage. One has that bad boy look with tight jeans and a pack of Export-A’s at his shoulder under that white T. His liquid blues dance when she walks towards the band.
naive and trusting
he holds the small of her back
slow dancing
© Tournesol “16/02/11
Nice approach … 🙂
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I started writing the first one on the Métro and later at my break at work. I don`t seem to find time or when I do have free time, I lack inspiration.
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I’m going through something similar right now. Perhaps it’s the winter doldrums .. I hope so!
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Cara, grief visits one in many forms. Take care of yourself. Big hugs ma chère xx
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True … once one overcomes the shock of the change there are then the many little adjustments.
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The emotions like the waves of the sea…sometimes raging like a tsunami, other times breakers and crashing … the gentle rolling in between.
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How nicely you’ve put it .. like a true poet my dear!
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When I worked with children and bereavement, I found water was the best way to describe the various emotions of grief.
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Yes you are right … even in Japanese/Chinese medicine grief is tied up with water.
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Really? Now I’m curious to read more about this. I ordered the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Sunday.
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The many different shades of love. These are precious!
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Thanks, Carol!
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You’re most welcome!
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beautiful poems like memories of young love!
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Thanks, Melinda, memories makes us smile.
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You’re welcome 🙂 yes they do
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That’s how I remember my “wild years” 🙂
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It was pretty much the era…so cool in those white cut off T`s 😉
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