Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Now I am alone


When we were married
My wife held a bunch of roses
Yet I was the one
Who received a flower that day 

When she bore our child
She proudly showed him to me
Now I was the one
That shed a tear from my eye

Then we were alone
The sun shone more brightly still
Always together 
Our sublime togetherness

Then at her life's end
Took her last sweet loving breath
I am quite bereft
Something has died within me

Now I am alone
That flower given to me
Blooms still in my heart
Then and now for evermore

Image found at www.flowersforcanada.com

25 comments:

  1. Good morning! I wonder if you could revise this a bit to begin with the words that Sumana provided?

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    1. Perhaps changing the title to the prompted words might do it?

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  2. That is a real tribute to years of togetherness....

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  3. Flowers symbolise so much and along with the emotion i really felt that in this wonderful poem Old Egg - their endurance, their beauty..their all too brief bloom but always we can remember our favourite flowers - their scent, their touch..their beauty...what they mean to us

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  4. I like your poem just the way it is, Old Egg. No need to go through contortions to try to fit in the phrase "a flower was offered to me."

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  5. this prompted a real wrench at the heart yet the flower seems eternal
    p.s. we both referred to the prompt rather than literally opened with it ;)

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  6. Reminds me of my friend who lost her husband several months ago, and she is having a tough time adjusting.

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  7. Memories and loss.
    Sad and heartbreaking.
    Fill your mind with the flowers of her
    It will sustain you.

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  8. this is poignant and beautiful...

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  9. Beautiful....Yes, flowers are poetic and can be symbolic, Robin!! Touched me...

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  10. Robin, this touches my heart. I think it is my favourite of your poems. It is so beautiful.

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  11. I love the metaphor. I'm sure she received a flower that day too. Grin.

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  12. What wonderful memories and what a beautiful way to remember the meaning of your marriage.

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  13. What are rules but to break them?
    That precious gift remains eternally close to our hearts :)

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  14. This is so moving! Love and marriage and the bonds between people can cause everyone to bloom!

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  15. From the first bud of life to the last bloom your words captured the bouquet of life.

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  16. Someone ignored the elegance and heart rending feeling in this poem to complain about the absence of a word? Sheesh.

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  17. Oh so you are the one, every time a prompt is given there will be that person who writes "outside the box"
    (✿◠‿◠)
    I enjoyed your poem none the less
    Thanks for visiting my blog to read mine; qua is an English word meaning in the capacity of; [Mom qua doctor sits in her office adjusting her stethoscope]

    much love...

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  18. Bittersweet. A sweet tribute to your wife.

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  19. A moving tribute..

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  20. Very poignant write, Robin. I think the given line would work well as a title.

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