There will come a time
When dusk will frame your quietude
Like parentheses on an afterthought
And hold you there in reverie
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And, in that world
(a long, long time from now)
When all your life has settled
As the ripples from a stone
Subside
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You may yet glimpse the shadow moments
Of a time long cast
Aside
And remember
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That sometime, someone who sensed
Intensity with rare acuity
Sensed heaven in your words,
Found solace in your words.
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Your patience like a faithful blanket
On an icy December morn
Covering the chilled nub of my pain.
Here I can rest with only my thoughts and fears
And know that, in this blanket,
All bitter is refracted, all sweet absorbed.
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Someday you may find a book that speaks
Of your life and find me a bookmark there
And you will open to the page and read
The words that enshrine you ever
In my heart:
I was lost, and you found me.
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And, though I lose my way tomorrow
And tomorrow
I will remember those words
And hope again.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
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Well, I did enjoy this! Sometimes, all you need is just great storytelling and this is what Lucille Guarino delivers here. There's no big message to this book; it's just about folks and families, living their lives and coping with everything that's being thrown at them and finding their way. But when it's done well, like it is here, then you have characters to whom you can relate, tension which leaves you rooting for a better outcome, attraction which has your heart racing and an urge, as a reader, to see the characters happy with the people with whom they belong.
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Your poem is filled with tender emotions.
The breath of the poem is delightful. It reminds me of 'When you are old" Keats-- but tells such a very different story. Your images of ripples in a pond and the blanket were spot on! Super delightful to read.