A Birthday
Something continues and I don't know what to call it
though the language is full of suggestions
in the way of language
but they are all anonymous
and it's almost your birthday music next to my bones
these nights we hear the horses running in the rain
it stops and the moon comes out and we are still here
the leaks in the roof go on dripping after the rain has passed
smell of ginger flowers slips through the dark house
down near the sea the slow heart of the beacon flashes
the long way to you is still tied to me but it brought me to you
I keep wanting to give you what is already yours
it is the morning of the mornings together
breath of summer oh my found one
the sleep in the same current and each waking to you
Poem: "A Birthday," by W. S. Merwin from Flower & Hand (Copper Canyon Press).
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Happy Bday Warren..=)
ReplyDeletenice poem. thanx for sharing that and warren's bday. happy bday warren. hope all is well with you. take care and god bless.
ReplyDeletethat's gorgeous.
ReplyDeletewhat a great poem! Thanks for sharing it, and happy birthday Warren....
ReplyDeleteYou find very special poetry.I often check out the authors if I'm not familar with them.
ReplyDeleteHappy B-day Warren.
What a beautiful poem! Happy Birthday Warren!
ReplyDeletedays like these are hard...here is an extra big HUG!
Happy Birthday Warren and a Cocoa-bonk for good luck!
ReplyDeleteCheryl, it is times like this that I wish I had more of an education so that I would know of poems like this one. You have a wonderful knowledge of writing and words in general.
Unfortunately my mind is pretty much a blank when it comes to poetry. I love poems though and whenever I am on the Toronto Transit system I will look for the billboards that are called Poetry Way.
I will pray for you and Warren tonight.
Thanks for sharing your knowledge with us. It is very much appreciated.
Thanks everyone. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Today was the first of "firsts" without him, but "something continues and I don't know what to call it" either.
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ReplyDeletemy friend
:>)
Thanks Tom.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you, Cheryl. Time, as you doubtless know, will make it easier, but love will always be there and this will always be another reminder - as if we needed reminders of love!
ReplyDeleteanother time when words failed me....but I should have at least sent you hugs. Belated hugs...
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful poem. I am with Sharon, words fail me right now. The finality of death (and yet??) is sinking in.
ReplyDelete{{Big Hugs}}
ReplyDeleteThank you all for you hugs and kind words and thoughts.
ReplyDeleteA fitting tribute... birthdays of beloved who have passed to glory are intense experiences, especially the first time.
ReplyDeleteYou're right Peter. I have a whole year of firsts ahead. I wanted to find something to do to commemorate the day so I finally decided to do what I would have done if he were still here, I lit candles and sang Happy Birthday to him. There wasn't a cake, but that was OK since I was by myself.
ReplyDeleteYeh... the first year, the 5th, the 10th... each can be rough in their own way.
ReplyDeleteFor me, I find it hardest when the spring weather is like it was when my father died (he died in April) as some of my last memories of him alive were of him wandering around rejoicing in the spring flowers, especially those growing in the back yard (most of the "Ike" videos were shot there.) The numeric count of years matters less than the emotional/spiritual resonance.
I've often remembered my father by doing things he would do with me... and each time was brutally hard, but very worth while.
Peace and power be with you, dear friend!
Peace and power to you as well dear friend.
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