Lost
My body’s house has many rooms and
you, my love, are present in them all.
I see you here and there, glimpse your
shadow in a mirror, and feel your breath
brush on my cheek when I open a door.
Where have you gone? I walk from room
to room, but when I seek, I no longer find,
and when I knock, nothing opens. Afraid,
sometimes, to enter a room, I know you are
in there. I hear your footsteps on the stair.
Sometimes your voice breaks the silence.
It whispers my name in the same old way
I remember … how can it be true, my love,
that you have gone, that you have left me
here alone? I count the hours, the days,
and snatch at sudden straws of hope,
embracing dust motes to find no solace
in the sunbeams, salacious as they are,
that drag me from my occasional dreams.
rogermoorepoet 
Lovely!
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Thank you. I am sometimes invaded by that sense of helplessness and breathlessness, the knowledge that something precious has been lost forever. I know you know what I mean.
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Lovely reflections rippled by bittersweet tears…Beautiful work, Roger!
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Thank you, Tanya. It was sunny here, for five minutes, and now the rain has started again. I think it’s Clare’s fault: she put the washing out on the line … five minutes later we were bringing it back in again!
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Oh dear!!! We were able to plant all my pots with flowers this weekend. The victories over winter do come!!!
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We do very little planting in New Brunswick before Victoria Day. It’s the 20th of May this year (give or take a couple of days). Before that, there’s always the danger of frost.
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You are nearly there!!!
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I know: Care’s fingers are growing green and itchy. She is taking the geraniums in and out and out and in … worse than the washing!
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I wanted to plant a few weeks ago, and my daughter wisely said, “Wait.” Sure enough, we had a late frost. It looks nice now though!
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Nothing like a late frost for screwing up the vineyards … there’s a rumor that some of the French ones are in real trouble on account of late frosts. Ice wine in October is one thing, iced vines in April / May is something else.
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Another good drawing and nice set of thoughts. That was damn fine wine too. Thank you.
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I try to match the cartoons to the theme of the post It doesn’t always work. Also, the majority of my cartoons are on the Mac, not the PC. S when I post on the PC (as I did this morning) the choice is somewhat reduced. And yes, that is one of my favorite wines … I am so pleased (a) to have shared it with you and (b) that you enjoyed it.
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