15 August


poetry jam
still remains.





she would be gone now

no corridor to hear the echo of her voice

nor gentle eye to twinkle in the crevice of a thought

no songs to sing -



the devotion of  a hundred years might seem too much to give to some one elses hopes and dreams

but dreams and hopes are  things that wrap around to light up  places that we hardly knew were dark

and a hundred years of giving comes back in ways

that we who do not know what giving is

can see



no living kin to know again her generosity of spirit

nor those she loved know gentle hands to care for them

no laughter -


a hundred years is all to short a time it seems
but those who call her to them will not wait

so we who gather here to let her go

will have upon the glitter of the sea
a refraction of her gift that
still remains









Comments

  1. Laurie Kolp14 August 2013 at 21:24

    Beautiful & lyrical. A hundred years of devotion & giving... wow. I especially like the ending.

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  2. Brian Miller14 August 2013 at 22:08

    ah lovely...did not see her passing coming...i would love something like this to be read upon my own...she sounds of a wonderful heart....

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  3. Helen14 August 2013 at 22:34

    ... 'so we who gather here to let her go' ~~ this line in your beautifully composed poem spoke to me. We recently passed the sixth anniversary of the day we sprinkled my mother's ashes ...

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  4. Pondside15 August 2013 at 01:58

    'Places that we hardly knew were dark'
    I'm sure this poem means something different to each of us. My mind = heart - went straight to my old aunt, a nun in a teaching order. Beautifully put together words and rhythm here.

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  5. Mary15 August 2013 at 08:20

    What a beautiful poem! Love 'a hundred years of living comes back in ways that we do not know what giving is...." There is reflectiveness mixed with sadness, a fine blend.

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  6. Loredana Donovan15 August 2013 at 08:39

    Yes, dreams and hopes light up dark places ... a refraction of her gift that still remains ... the glitter of the sea. Really lovely lines here, so compassionate and emotive, hopeful :)

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky15 August 2013 at 16:55

    This is incredibly lovely and really spoke to me.........she sounds like one who gave unstintingly, and perhaps not all she gave to appreciated her. I resonate with that. A sad and beautiful elegy, most beautifully felt and written. Wow.

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  8. Sarav15 August 2013 at 22:20

    A lovely tribute, those who give so much, amazing to think of having a hundred years to share. Really loved the ending, glitter on the sea:-)

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  9. humbird15 August 2013 at 23:57

    'and a hundred years of giving comes back in ways

    that we who do not know what giving is

    can see' - resonate with me and about discovering 'gifts' after...
    I'm just in silence...

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  10. Panchali16 August 2013 at 13:34

    Oh...this is the silence that can be most intimately felt...a creative piece at its best! :)
    Beautiful..

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  11. Mary Ann Potter16 August 2013 at 19:56

    A hundred years in this beautiful poem. A uniquely lyrical work.

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  12. Wayne Pitchko17 August 2013 at 00:57

    nicely done....thanks for sharing

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  13. Natašek18 August 2013 at 09:09

    "but dreams and hopes are things that wrap around to light up places that we hardly knew were dark" - amazing line...
    the poem flows beautifully (there are two to's where should be too), and i love how you wrap it up in the end.

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  14. scotthastiepoet18 August 2013 at 13:58

    Very poignant - this touched me - thank you... regards scott www.scotthastie.com

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  15. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger18 August 2013 at 14:34

    Such an emotive piece--my mother in law is 91 and I feel this way about her--thank you!

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  16. Anne V19 August 2013 at 00:38

    It made me think of love and solitude and of sacrificing of self for others. Poignant indeed.

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  17. Anne V19 August 2013 at 00:43

    PS....and these 2 lines hit me right between the heart strings:

    no corridor to hear the echo of her voice

    nor gentle eye to twinkle in the crevice of a thought

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  18. Anne V19 August 2013 at 06:42

    Came back to read it again. Lovely lovely lovely. The glitter of the sea at the end and the idea of crevices in thoughts in the first stanza. Very mystical. Layers to think about. :)

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  19. Anonymous20 August 2013 at 00:27

    Very moving poem. I really like the light references...especially "but dreams and hopes are things that wrap around to light up places that we hardly knew were dark". Sometimes we don't recognize the dark until someone brings their light to it.

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  20. alan170420 August 2013 at 01:38

    This is quite magical and wonderful in its form and draws me in. really lovely and beautiful.

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  21. hyperCRYPTICal20 August 2013 at 04:02

    What beautiful poignant words - tugged at my heartstrings too.
    Anna :o]

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  22. Sumana Roy20 August 2013 at 09:39


    it's so moving....

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