Saying Good-bye

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Tuesday Platform,
“Time, Books, Transitions”  (posted by Willow Pat)

As writers, poets, do you collect book clutter? Do you stockpile books and suddenly realize, you will never have enough time to read and reach into the depths of all the wealth of words to consume?

So it is, I offer you a quote: from a series of books I so enjoy –

“One can learn from a glance at a person’s library, not what they are, but what they wish to be.”
from – Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew’d by Alan Bradley

So what are the absolute books, choose perhaps 1 or 3, that no matter how time rushes on, you turn to, again and again, because they are the ones you hold steadfast and true, in your spirit, your heart, your mind?

Share your selections in the comments if you wish ~ curiosity cues this cat’s interest.

And now, on to the Platform.

Tuesday.

Select ONE of your poems, it’s entirely up to you which you choose – and showcase it here.
Link directly to the post/poem in question, so readers can easily find it, and share their thoughts and comments, with you. Mr. Linky is looking forward to your entries.
Pop back round to read and enjoy what your fellow Toads and Travelers have offered for our pleasure this week.

Here is the poem I wish to share.  Close friends have lost a daughter whom I have known and loved since her childhood.

A Dark Beauty

This poem is charming,
disarming, a smile stretching
a mile.

This poem sasses
like thick molasses,
flirts, poses, pouts.

This poem flashes
brilliance, resilience,
power and beauty.

This poem is a wonder,
resounding like thunder
before the rains came.

This poem struggles,
redoubles efforts to live
a life that eludes.

This poem is forever Rachel.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Saying Good-bye

  1. Sherry says:

    So very sad, Sara, the saddest thing in the world to lose someone young with so much life left to live. I can see her, in your poem.

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  2. Oh, this is both saddening and beautiful — a wonderful tribute nevertheless, for the poem is lovely in all that it does.
    This bit is so emotive: “This poem struggles,/redoubles efforts to live/a life that eludes.”
    -HA

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  3. this is an absolutely stunning poem Sara – for as difficult as the loss of a child, for the incomprehension, the grief, and yet you’ve chosen to remember her with elegance and grace, choosing to honour the best of the light of her spirit; this paints such an incredible portrait, and really, is such an honest, heartfelt work, I feel like this is one of your best that I have read, and certainly, you are channeling the “rallying” energy to help ease the tides of sorrow.

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  4. I see a poem as something that stays on… like the memory of a lost child, it can still smile and be happy… very touching write.

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  5. Vicki says:

    Unfortunately, I know how heartbreaking it is to loose a grandchild. This is a very beautiful tribute to a child, and warms my heart.

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