Kingsbrae 4.1
4 June 2017
Love
Love wore a mummer’s mask.
Cloaked in mystery, it came,
tumultuous, to my door,
and sold me a pig of promises
wrapped in a colored cloak.
When love broke my heart,
I swore I’d never love again.
I chose instead a steady friend,
a singular flower growing
wild in the hedgerow.
Wine, I offered, distilled in
my own winery. Drawings
and paintings, poems, simple
things that rooted deep
and blossomed when least expected.
No passion now, no smoldering fire,
just a slow growing old together,
hand in hand, and a settling down
in comfort and joy, our glasses
filled with the sunshine and un-
tarnished gold that spell true love.
Journal: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. Sitting here, at my window in Kingsbrae, at 6:00 am on Sunday morning, the sunlight sews gold threads through my heart and I realize how much my life has been enriched by the person I have left behind in Island View. Those same gold threads that descend from the sun have bound us together across the years. Apart, we are not alone and I feel her fill me with light even as I sit here at this window, typing these words, watching the sun rise up over Passamaquoddy Bay.
‘Have you ever been in love, me boys, and have you felt the pain? ….. snippet of a beautiful song that you should look up.
‘And I met her in the garden where the praties grow…’
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I know that one, used to sing it in my grandmother’s kitchen.
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Beautiful!
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So glad you like it. Even Clare is pleased with this one.
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Oh I can imagine! So lovely!
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I have posted a reading of the poem, with musical accompaniment by Carlos Carty, our Peruvian Piper and musician. Let me know what you think.
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Oh wonderful! I’ll be over shortly!
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Love is d reason of all good poems eventhough it may be decieves us.true….Absense makes d heart grow fonder.
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Love is d reason of all good poems eventhought it may be decieves us.true….Absense makes d heart grow fonder.
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Very touching … I can only speak from my own experience. When I am alone away from home, it is so hard to settle since the one person I want to talk to is far away.
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So glad you appreciated it, Jane. Te big thing to remember is that such people are never far away when you carry them in your heart, as I do Clare and you and so many others.
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Wonderful, Roger! This is the stuff that life is made ofâ¦
Victor
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Thanks, Victor. I woke up to that one. Climbed in through the window while I was dreaming! Found it lying asleep on the page.
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Oh Roger, you are a better Cyrano than Cyrano. You and Clare are deeply blessed.
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Thank you so much, Ana. Cyrano is one of my favorite plays (films, too). I have never reached the end without crying and I often quote his lines on Don Quichotte.
: “Les moulins de vent, avec leurs grands bras de toile / ou vous jettent dans la boue … ” Ou vous lancent aux etoiles.” Best wishes and thanks for being here with me.
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