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Front Garden
MEMORY
What is it about memory,
Constant like taste,
A song floating across
The mind unbidden,
A bittersweet violin
Playing against decades,
Coming in and out of hearing,
But like faint soundwaves,
Never leaving,
Never disappearing.
—
A highway of sentiments
Both lost and found
Spirals of emotions
Throwing shadows
Across the beam of life.
—
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2010
Tags: "Memory", poetry, roses, Spring in Bloom
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May 6, 2010 at 6:01 pm
Lovely poem, beautiful pictures! Taking pictures just doesn’t come naturally to me – I just don’t of doing it. Last week my entire front, side and back yard was in full bloom. Dozens of irises, the carolina jesamine, the blue veronica, the rose bushes full of red blooms, and I didn’t take one picture. This week it looks (except for the roses) pretty sparse – I need to deadhead everything. We have guests coming next week and they’ll never believe how beautiful the yard was! If only I’d thought to take some pictures!
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May 6, 2010 at 6:32 pm
Thank you! Margie!
About the poem and about the pix.
I put them up there because every time I opened my blog up, there was Willow, and I needed some space from the grief.
I am NO photog….that camera is a little blue and silver digital….and I haven’t a clue what the other symbols are for…there is a little pix of a camera, and that is what it is turned to!
Give me a camera with a lens, meter….etc…and I am totally lost!
Get a little digital camera. They are fool proof…because I am the fool using it! If I can do so, anyone can.
Oh, how I wish I could have seen your property!! Get that damn camera and start shooting!
Hugs,
Jane
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May 7, 2010 at 11:57 pm
Hi Jane, I have been trying to email you and they bounce back. I hope you are ok as I know Willow’s passing is difficult. I am so sorry.
love,
bren
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May 8, 2010 at 12:00 am
Dear Jane,
I hope you are ok. I know Willow’s passing is so difficult.
I have been trying to email you and they have been bouncing back.’
love,
bren
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May 8, 2010 at 12:01 pm
Hey Bren!
Thank you for trying, and god only knows what happens with the internet!
I am better….as you know what you go through with a loss…I still remember Niefa, and the love you had for her. I also remember how scared I was of her~! LOL~ I wasn’t used to any other dogs except mine, but Niefa was a love. She shows up as a camel in my “Tin Hinan” novel (unfinished, but serialized on the blog).
Aggghhh! LIfe goes on, Bren, as you know….and there are all these other mouths to feed and little lives to love: perhaps that is the only salvation from grief: throwing yourself into the remaining others.
But Willow, though only 10, certainly had a good life. And that is the point of it all, I think: They live such short and brutal lives so anything we can do to succor them when we get them is proper.
Love you, Bren~
Jane
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