My body
My body has so many rooms and you,
my love, possess me in them, wander
through them, and I see you, here, there,
everywhere, your presence a shadow
glimpsed in a mirror, or your warm touch
a breath upon forehead or cheek. Where
have you gone? Why did you leave me
here on my own to languish in your absence?
I walk from room to room, but when I knock
you open no doors, and though I seek,
I fail to find. I know you are somewhere near.
I hear your footstep on the stair, your voice
in the silence that surrounds me. My name,
a syllable or two, whispered in the way
I so clearly remember. How can it be true,
my love, that you have gone, that you have
left me here and forged ahead into another
time and space? I count the hours and days.
Will you prepare me a place? Will your face
be there to greet me? Alone, I clutch at straws,
embracing dust motes, counting the angels that
dance on the rainbows on the head of a pin.
rogermoorepoet 
It is immortal love ,dear roger!! After end of life,d soul of beloved wanders near her love.she can not left her love alone.
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We have this belief in the Celtic world. In Spanish it is amor constante mas alla de la muerte … love constant beyond death.
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Yeah.
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A haunting, melancholy poem. with touching imagery that makes its so easy to visualise.
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Thank you, Roland. As we get older, I think we start rediscovering and exploring all those rooms.
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This is amazing. 😍
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Thank you so much, Sarah. You know I appreciate so much of what you write. This one is very heart-felt.
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Of course. 😊😊😊
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This is beautiful Roger, the dancing angels on rainbows is wonderful. A poetic St Thomas Aquinas
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Thank you so much. I had breakfast today with John Sutherland and we discussed your blog and the wonderful art that you gift us with. I am a bit out of synch with my writing and reading, but I’ll get back there. Thanks for visiting. I hope m e-mail was of some use. Let me know if I can help further.
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It certainly was Roger. I am also out of sync, I am like a dog that is chasing three or four sticks, wondering which one to chase. Very you very much for speaking kindly of me and spreading the news.
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Like a dog between four lamp posts (or trees): not a leg to stand on. It happens, especially to artists and academics. We live in our own minds.
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Isn’t that the truth
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Love the whole poem, especially ‘angels that dance on the rainbows on the head of a pin.’
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Hi Jane: so good to see you here. Sometimes Teddy misses someone very much!
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Hi. I am so far behind on my comments. Glad to hear you are settling back into writing after irregularity of your residency month.
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I did lots of writing in KIRA, but it took me away from my usual schedule. Starting to get back there now. So much I want to do.
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