Where Are The Flowers?

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Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?

Has it dried and blown away?

Leaving just the husks left behind –

Like from Miss Havisham’s wedding day?

Or have they been picked with bright intent –

And now with tears – gone far away?

Like the blooms of which Pete Seeger sang

On tombstones now displayed

Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?

May they fresh in your vase be found –

Each day with enduring and pure emotion

And may you with your loved one dwell

Roses a symbol of an undying devotion

 

 

 

Padre

 

Photo Challenge #323

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Shoulder

Despair, Sad, Hands, Face, Hood, Cry, Person, Woman

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When feelings long buried – towards the surface climb

When dark and painful memories – their ugly heads rear

When emotions overwhelming – from within you explode

Remember peace and comfort are for you – ever near

 

There is for you – One – who unlike any other –

All of these burdens – will help you bear

And there are among your sisters and your brothers

Those who will bestow their love, and show you that they really care

 

Padre

 

 

 

 

Her Every Command

Desert Fox, Fennec Fox, Zoo, Animal, Small, Ears

Image by WagnerAnne from Pixabay 

“Honey do” and Honey don’t

Every word – to be obeyed

Even if contradictory

Leaving you dismayed

 

You may think you’ve heard it all before

Same old thing – on another day

Have you listened close enough

To think why it might be that way?

 

Listen carefully – Don’t just hear

Find the meaning in the things she may say

Her words may not be about the things you do

But in how you understand, and love each day

 

Padre

 

Nocturnal Call

Birds, Love, Couple, Owl, Romance, Line Art, Animals

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ToWitt, Towitt comes the nocturnal cry

Then waiting for partner’s distant reply

Voice heard and understood,

Though but single phrase echos in the wood

The pair thus linked, no words they need

For they are bound together in heart and deed

 

Padre

 

Lovebirds

Pigeon, Love, Kiss, Romance, Bill, Coo, Bird, Affection

What are lovebirds?

Is that a thing?

Is it only that couple –

That together – Coo and sing?

Is it those who

In tandem take to wing?

No,

While such things are cute and sweet

A lovebird is so much more – A deeper thing 

Fulfilling hopes,

The other’s needs to meet

True lovebirds are there

For each other

Through all that life’s journey may bring

 

Padre

 

 

FOWC with Fandango — Lovebirds

Reflection

Makeup, Makeup Brushes, Makeup Set

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Your head resting upon my shoulder

A fleeting smile and suggestive wink

Caresses upon a summer’s eve

Your clutter above the bathroom sink

These things I long for –

To name but very few –

What I am trying to say –

Is in the end that I miss you.

 

Padre

 

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: End a piece of prose or poetry with the phrase “I miss you”

 

 

 

 

 

Soulmates

Senior, Elderly, People, Couple, Persons

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Colleen’s challenge this week is to pen a syllabic poem using synonyms for “transition” and “harmony.”  I have used the reverse cinquain form to approach this.  I have tried to capture the melding of the two people into one which comes when individuals become a couple in a relationship. I hope you will enjoy it.

Adapt
A metamorphosis of life
Grow ever more in tune
Kindred spirits
Soulmates

Padre

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 177 #SynonymsOnly:  transition & harmony

Lesson Learned

Mask, Coronavirus, Quarantine, Virus, Epidemic, Disease

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I have followed the blog of an amazing young woman named Caralyn ever since I began blogging myself.   In her latest post she asked a simple but important question – “What has this quarantine taught you?

I have learned that in the end it is tolerance and compassion that makes us the true survivors. We are touched by people who we haven’t heard from in years who send messages to just check that we are okay. It is the 99 year old veteran that walks around his garden to raise money for the doctors and nurses. It is the pastors who delivers groceries or prescriptions to the weakest of their flocks. It is our own ability to love and understand our friends and colleagues when they try to make a health issue a political one (on either side). It is when we stay in to protect the vulnerable, and yet will pray for those who flout restrictions, or hoard supplies, or even deny there is an issue at all. It is about “loving our neighbours.”

Padre

The Year of Firsts

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The year after a bereavement is “a year of firsts.”  The first “first” for me came only three days after my wife’s passing as she went to be with her Lord just before our wedding anniversary.  Yesterday was another of those “firsts,” the anniversary of our “meeting.”

My wife and I “met” in a chatroom for single parents.  This was no “online dating site.” It was a Christian site with the purpose of discussing being single parents and coming up with advice and strategies for dealing with the responsibility of that role.  We seemed to have much in common as far as approach, and that in turn showed other things we shared.   Our online contact moved on from that and about 3 months later we met for the first time face to face.  God works in wonderful ways, and through such an unexpected medium, I found the perfect partner and wife.

A chance meeting while seeking help

No thought of what it might become

Discussing with strangers the issues of life

And then we became as one

 

How odd, our meeting was while far away

In a help room for sharing advice

And then we would click, bond, and grow

And you agreed to become my wife

 

So simple a meeting,  no thought of a link

Lone parenting our only aim

But it all came together faster than you’d think

Our destinies proved the same

 

Padre

Dianne you are loved and missed.