rose hip hat
on a tiny mouse
and i forget
to water again
old bone branch
on a dying tree
and i remember
it’s summer
still.
*57/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
poetry: still.
rose hip hat
on a tiny mouse
and i forget
to water again
old bone branch
on a dying tree
and i remember
it’s summer
still.
*57/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
Bridgette Tales 
“Old bone branch” is a great line, Bridgette. 💙
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Thanks, sort of channeling you with that line.
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I’m flattered, thank you Bridgette. Hugs!
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Hi Bridgette
I forgot to send you this even though I commented on your work this is what I wrote after reading your poem about Violets.
There are violets in the window
And a chair that is empty
There are violets in the window
Reminding me of you
In the garden in the corner
Is place you used to sit
In the church round the back
Is a candle for you lit
There’s a smile from a picture
Of days when skies were blue
And a tear stain on the glass
It’s there cos I miss you
And as the sun begins to shine
I look to heaven, up above
Hoping you can see me
As I’m sending you my love
And the violets in the window
Bend as I call your name
Life with out you with near me
Will never be the the same
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Oh, that’s so incredibly beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with me.
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Small, but a powerful poem. People can disappear while life around them continues. The poem dwells on the link between forgetfulness and transience.
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