Hello Sue,
A nice, quiet and poignant poem. I especially like the still lake, the world without a rim, as an image for the life after the loss of the loved one.
Best wishes, Mike
--- Alkuperäinen viesti ---
Upon Awakening
All those mornings,
waking from sleep,
it was your voice
I heard first --
gentle, sleepy, kind.
So many ways
to measure loss
like waking from a dream
and no one speaks.
Last night I dreamed
of a lake
without even a ripple,
conifers pointed skyward, waterward,
until it was hard to tell
which image was real,
sky or water, just still,
a world with no clear rim,
a blend of colors and quietness.
I wouldn't want to live there,
but I do --
these voiceless mornings
that go on like a dream
without you.
Sue Scalf
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