love and loss
as hosts, guests,
tandem cohorts intent
on drawing salty trails
in a warm lake breeze
joy at thoughts,
moments no longer
attainable, present
held close for the future
family, friends here
and gone from us,
present still in a moment,
theirs as much
as our own
hearts will gather
never letting go of
what they want,
tears or not
A day of celebration and remembrance.
Image: Photo of Presque Isle Lighthouse, Erie, Pennsylvania (edited)
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ah lost love sucks. really enjoyed the resigned tone of the poem
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Yes. It would work for lost love.
Or loved ones.
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An opportunity to discriminate between growth and foolishness. No pressure. There’s all the time in the world. Not to mention that both beyond and surrounding.
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Always aware of the moment.
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If only …
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Your poem is beautiful, ‘ drawing salty trails , in a warm lake breeze ‘ . Says it all. So calm and with such acceptance.
“present still in a moment,
theirs as much
as our own”
How true you speak, I do feel I understand, at least I feel how it touches me.:)
miriam
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Thank you.
Presque Isle has been a favorite place of mine for years, and then ours. We chose it, traveled there, for our wedding so that a dear friend could be part of the day. He’s gone from us, but he was in our hearts that day.
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Lovely poem, Ken. In moments like the one you describe, it’s often as if there are ghosts with us–if only in our hearts and minds.
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When they are most welcome. Thank you, Merril.
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There are always those empty places when those we love gather. Beautifully said. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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they are always here, just cannot be seen, merely felt if even in the rhythmic beating of our heart as we share love and create new memories ❤ a lovely piece Ken.
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There is comfort in that. Thank you, Kim.
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