Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Friday, January 04, 2013

I don't remember . . .

I don’t remember what I learned last year.
In January, my love and I watched eagles winter at a mountain lake.
In March, we traveled south to see sand hill cranes migrate.
My aunt’s paintings became more precious
with her death. And in March, 
I stood beside my sister to mourn her husband’s passing.
In June, my daughter became a mother; joy on joy,
our conversations are different now.
In November, my love and I traveled to the ends of the earth,
or so it seemed, to Africa. Maybe our souls need more time
to catch back up with our bodies
that flew forty-six hours home.
I number the doctor visits on both hands twice over,
yet we talk of travel to Paris and walking once again along the Seine.
I breathe in memories of this last year
as dear, as pungent as lilacs. 

Today's poetry prompt comes from Morgan Dragonwillow, Playing With Words, to write a poem about this last year. I do write nearly every day, but somehow 2012 seems nebulous to me. 

What did I learn from this last year? Only to celebrate the gift of each day, yet somehow I cannot put this into words that say exactly how I feel.

If you're hopping here from the Ultimate Blog Challenge, have you written about 2012?


  1. Anonymous10:05 PM

    Beautiful, Beth! And many more memorable years to you!

  2. Wow! Thank YOU and thank you for visiting.

  3. I love your poem. I haven't had time to sit back and reflect on 2012. You've provided inspiration to do that. Thank you for sharing.

  4. This was absolutely gorgeous. I have to admit that I have found myself thinking somewhat about 2012, but I find myself looking more towards 2013!

  5. Lovely poem. All that is over. Time to think about the present instead of dwelling on the past. This exact moment is the only reality. Cherish and appreciate.

  6. Love this poem! Very beautiful and incredibly moving!

  7. I enjoyed this poem very much Beth, there is such a flow of love and loss woven through it. I understand about not remembering, I feel like this past year went by in a flash. Only through my art and writing do I realize how much I have gone through and how much I've grown. I am so glad that my prompts inspire you.

  8. Oh, Beth. So beautiful. Like you, I have a tendency to first. Love the path we travel with you - looking back over your shoulder with you. I feel a question perch between my eyebrows.... lovely.

  9. Thank you all for commenting so poignantly on my writing. Your comments are so encouraging and brighten my writing commitments.

  10. Once again, Beth, your poetry provides me perspective. Always enjoy your work.