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alone
fashioned for me -
fits so well
when dear old hubby
packed his bags to chase rainbows
i became moon glow
Our children grown
deign to clutter spaces theirs -
bird songs woo me
punctuated by
the grand baby's visit -
my alone-ness
today is adorned
pretty -
a button on my blouse
--gillena cox
Revisit
left alone...
...am alone
home alone...
Actually this is, I think, my favorite poem of yours that I have read. And truly there are times that 'alone' fits very well. Though I like the entire poem, the last stanza with its intricate wording is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Mary
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we need those moments of alone time...i miss my wife during them...but i think they give us room to grow and pursue things we would not in order to benefit the other person...
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A very nice set, Gillena
ReplyDeletethis alone time creates a special space for one, so necessary in life. the beautiful poem is tinged with a bit of sadness though..lovely write Gillena..
ReplyDeleteNice to have the alone-ness punctuated with beauty. Nice reading, this.
ReplyDeleteThis is my fave of the responses, Gillena. Especially love "when dear old hubby packed his bags to chase rainbows, I became moonglow." I love "bird songs woo me." I think I wrote on somewhat similar lines. Your poem truly resonates for me. Something about making lemonade, hee hee.
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Thank you for your appreciation Sumana
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Happy you stopped by Donna
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ReplyDelete◕‿◕｡) Glad you dropped in Sherry
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Sad but powerful, cutting and loving, so many emotions in this and so many tears and smiles. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and moving poem, Gillena! I like how you say so much in a few words.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem--sad but hopeful and feels very true.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem. When our partner leaves us, it may not be all tears and loneliness ahead, but rather a liberation and a sense of being abel at long last to rejoice in one's solitude.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Alan
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Thanks Gabriella, happy you stopped by
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Happy you stopped by Peggy
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Thanks for your appreciation Nicholas
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today is adorned
ReplyDeleteToday is always a special time for soon it will be yesterday
A layered and nuanced piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rae for dropping in
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Thank you for your appreciation Wendy
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That's a creative take on the prompt, showing the sadness and hope all together.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this poem, Gillena! Indeed, sometimes - most of the time actually - alone fits. The last stanza is my favourite, but I liked the whole poem. It's lovely!
ReplyDeleteI wish upon you, dear Gillena, a Gold Button...sad, you rise and make colours x
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Lorraine
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... then, there is the gift of the grandchid, another button sewn well to life's cloth. _m
ReplyDeleteButtons - I remember with fondness Mom's button box. It held so much fascination for me. Wonderful words to go along with these buttons and their only company is other buttons.
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Magyar thanks for dropping in
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Happy you dropped by Michelle
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Happy you dropped in Jerry
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