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Lullaby
Rain has moved on while he's away
and I listen to metal plucks of a
Zimbabwe lullaby played on the mbira.
How still the air, yet there's the
scent of unlit candles; gifts from him
as reminders of me.
I can't help but smile as I recall
walking through a gift shop one day
and he exclaimed "That scent, it's you!"
Now the last of empty thunder rumbles
low as I consciously inhale.
I haven't the heart to burn them.
Preview image: photo by Elizabeth Ann Duffy
and I listen to metal plucks of a
Zimbabwe lullaby played on the mbira.
How still the air, yet there's the
scent of unlit candles; gifts from him
as reminders of me.
I can't help but smile as I recall
walking through a gift shop one day
and he exclaimed "That scent, it's you!"
Now the last of empty thunder rumbles
low as I consciously inhale.
I haven't the heart to burn them.
Preview image: photo by Elizabeth Ann Duffy
Published 19th Dec 2015
| Edited 22nd Sep 2017
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20th Dec 2015 00:12am
How still the air, yet there's the
scent of unlit candles; gifts from him
as reminders of me.
Gifts from him as reminders of me... so many ideas swirl in these lines... I love them... I love the poem...
scent of unlit candles; gifts from him
as reminders of me.
Gifts from him as reminders of me... so many ideas swirl in these lines... I love them... I love the poem...
20th Dec 2015 8:06am
Many thanks, Geoff. Your generosity in how you embrace my words is very meaningful. And swirling you say, eh?
20th Dec 2015 1:06am
Sweet reminders of your love while away on a rainy day. Candles need not be lit to warm the heart when conjuring the memories of happy moments you treasure... made me smile even sitting here alone on a Saturday night... jj
That's just... so sweet to know, that these sensory memories of mine have you smiling amongst your own.
20th Dec 2015 2:02am
20th Dec 2015 8:04am
You're always most kind when it comes to my work, John, and as your sifu, also special to me. Thank you.
21st Dec 2015 8:38am
You have crafted a write that says much and yet leaves me searching for resolution.
Thank you kindly sir for stopping by to read and to share. And yes, there is always something wanting in a life's moment that might clarify; to make a center, a wholeness. The mind is always seeking.
21st Dec 2015 8:15pm
There is a beautiful sensuality to this poem--- smell, they say is the sense that often triggers the most memory. The scents and sounds of this poem are mesmerizing. The re-readability of this poem definitely will not burn out--it's the perfect blend of addictive imagery and sobering revelation.
Thank you for sharing your work.
Thank you for sharing your work.
Ah dear poetess, as I'm finally responding, albeit late, I hear the distant roll of thunder just as it was for me in the poem - unexpected fortune of timing.
I'm grateful for your graceful, insightful comment about the way things spin in the piece... deceptively simple.
Many thanks!💟
I'm grateful for your graceful, insightful comment about the way things spin in the piece... deceptively simple.
Many thanks!💟
21st Dec 2015 10:16pm
What did Erma Bombeck say in 'If I Had My Life To Live Over Again'?
"I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage."
I don't know why I sense it's Jasmine. Well done, Jade.
"I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage."
I don't know why I sense it's Jasmine. Well done, Jade.
Dearest Ahavati, please forgive the delay in my reply to your thoughtful comment. That's the perfect Bombeck quote for this piece... befitting the emotion exactly! (and yes, jasmine!)
Gratitude.🌾⚡️☁️
Gratitude.🌾⚡️☁️
22nd Dec 2015 7:50am
Absent love haunts and leaves us as if on a precipice .... A moment well caught in this poetry Jade
16th Jan 2016 4:30pm
Thank you, dear whale, for sharing this, and yes, as if suspended in a timelessness. I'm always honored by the gift of your input. And apologies for my lateness.
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22nd Dec 2015 10:07am
'The scent of unlit candles'.There is an atmosphere of sensuality /gentle eroticism . . . '.gifts from him as reminders of me' you have drawn in the reader.A wonderful lullaby Thankyou
And thank you very much, Kexby, for your verbal embrace of my lullaby. I hope you'll forgive the tardiness of my show of humble appreciation.
Jade🌾
Jade🌾
30th Sep 2017 1:10pm
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