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THE LONGING

THE LONGING To be innocent is to be entirely unknown, even to oneself. - Djuna Barnes I am free at last to be silent, to lap In the quiet of your promise of promise Like the pear tree in the garden which feels But does not ask, why such beauty here? On rainy monsoon days locked in Wanting to explore the sea and the galaxy, The tree beseechingly asking the rain, That I may not be gauged from your gaze, To be by one companion remembered, Name scratched out on the asylum walls. As I was cancelling out ideals I saw in the forest the tumult of life. The remorse of a nymph once a virgin, The stars were there, but of accidental origin. from IN MEMORY OF HER

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Date: 2/5/2015 12:47:00 PM
Lovely write . the feel of longing in this poem , haunting . Love this ..... Bev
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Bev Smith
Date: 2/5/2015 1:07:00 PM
Thank you Rosemarie ! Plan to visit more of your eloquent work .
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Rosemarie Rowley
Date: 2/5/2015 12:53:00 PM
Thank you so much, Bev, it means a lot that I have reached others. Good luck with your own work. Rosemarie
Date: 1/8/2015 8:47:00 PM
I have this many times now and it still speaks to me. Nicely done.
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Rosemarie Rowley
Date: 1/9/2015 3:40:00 PM
Thanks, David, I am glad my words speak to you. The very best of wishes for your own work, Rosemarie