Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

October 16: The last word . . .

What one word could sum up
our years together?
I need too many words to describe
even today's walk, the path
shimmered with fall's red and yellow leaves,
the great turn of seasons to winter.
You said, "I'm feeling tired."
Someday you will whisper that last word.
I want to be there
to lay my cheek on your hand,
even if your last word is Rosebud
and has nothing at all
to do with me.

Japanese Garden in October
Manito Park (Camp 2013)
Japanese Garden in October
Manito Park (Camp 2013)






8 comments:

  1. lovely devotion. The line "I'm feeling tired" in the center made the poem for me.

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  2. This is beautiful, such a wonderful, touching poem. There's a fragility here that melts my heart.

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  3. Beautiful expression of love and devotion.
    "the path
    shimmered with fall's red and yellow leaves,
    the great turn of seasons to winter."
    When I read this, I thought of our years and path in life.
    Loved the ending lines, Beth. Thank you. xoA

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  4. 'To lay my cheek on your hand..' onwards will spring tears to my eyes all day! You capture the 'moments' Beth. You really do. X

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  5. Thank you so much for visiting and commenting. Some of these poems are hard to write -- as you well know! I'm feeling grateful for those daily prompts and this warm community of writers and readers.

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  6. Can I just ditto Annis? I think she beat me to the punch on everything I wanted to say. This was stunning; it felt so genuine.

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  7. Just to be there. Just to be whispered to, just to be heard. All of these things. Lovely, Beth - absolutely lovely.

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  8. Of the entire month, this one remained the one I returned to time and again for the obvious reasons but mostly because you capture a lifetime in a moment or "see the world in a grain of sand," which so few can do. Thanks for every word of every poem.
    Karen

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