A Poem: EMAIL
Here's a poem for Poetry Thursday.
A couple of days ago I came across an old email while I was tidying up my mail boxes.
EMAIL
I am looking for something else when I find them:
ten words -
like your voice on the answerphone,
like your photo
at the bottom of the drawer.
Like standing in the cold sea
- and a warm wave
coming from nowhere.
Just for that moment
you're still here.
A couple of days ago I came across an old email while I was tidying up my mail boxes.
I am looking for something else when I find them:
ten words -
like your voice on the answerphone,
like your photo
at the bottom of the drawer.
Like standing in the cold sea
- and a warm wave
coming from nowhere.
Just for that moment
you're still here.
posted by Clare Dudman at 6:22 pm
5 Comments:
Clare,
You have no idea how much resonance those words hold for me this evening. I think this poem will be the road sign in my map of life for remembering the good times of one particular relationship. If only the warmth of a wave and "that moment" could continue.
Thank you.
CFR
Interesting...a new subject for a poem. A way to look at email as something intimate, an encapsulation of loss.
a warm wave...that synthesized the whole poem together for me. such a simple, yet stunning image. and beautiful.
I love that image of the warm wave! This is rather lovely.
And thank YOU, CFR. I guess all we can do is try to remember the warm waves - something I'm not too good at myself, I have to say.
Twitches and Bee: thanks for taking a look. I've looked at your blogs now and love what I see. My bloglines are getting longer.
And thanks CB - a comment from you always means a lot. Especially about my attempts at poetry!
Sat Aug 19, 02:44:34 AM
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