On Recollection

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Kim Jones

The flowers
gathered afield
on a spring day
sit in a blue vase
on the maple table
gold and purple
on green stems
now as in May
in my mind

A fragrance
as of lavender
will burst forth
whenever I recall
you standing there
in summer’s dress
hair wind`blown
eyes wide open
to your soul

“Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter” ~ T.S. Eliot


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to On Recollection

  1. Pingback: On Recollection – Read-Write-Etc

  2. my recollections, often by way of dreams, stubbornly alternate between sweet and sour


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