Sunday, September 29, 2013

Patches of Rosemary




So I went back there

Where we used to live long ago

Our springtime of life

 

The ghosts were gathered

Memories swarmed unbidden

Edging out today

 

How fitting it was

Exact place on the hillside

Sharp taste of regret

 

With patches of rosemary

My tears spilling lasting love

Where I worshipped you

19 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem. I like where you took the words.

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  2. Visiting the past with regret is something that I seem to be an expert at, just as the speaker of the poem is. Maybe if s/he crushed that rosemary, the fragrance would take him/her past regret to hope. Maybe.

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  3. Ah to revisit the springtime of life... seems many of us did that with these words. Well done, OE. Rosemary's pungent scent is captivating.

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  4. Ooooh I can smell the rosemary and taste the tears of regret...lovely - lovely - lovely ....

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  5. Yes..the smell is poignant..i imagine it mixed with tears..i hope there is some comfort in having a place of remembrance..

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  6. I think we go back to those moments in the hope of changing them or finding another outcome. We can be so silly at times,

    Elizabeth

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  7. Aw, so sad Old. I was actually just thinking of my late first husband this morning. Some memories are so special and precious, aren't they? Nicely done. :)

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  8. Sorrow filled, but oh so beautiful, Old Egg.

    Pamela

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  9. Looking back to the past can be an education though with a tinge of regret thrown in! Nicely Robin!

    Hank

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  10. oh, old egg...such longing and love.

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  11. Sad stuff - the longings for yesterday...
    Anna :o]

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  12. lovely poem, places remind us about past with regrets and not...

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