It was a beautiful and perfect day, but not in the way
that you probably imagine. The skies were grey,
the new daffodil blossoms bent over in the gusting
wind. It was a hot tea and zipped jacket day.
There was a sweet melancholy in my thoughts
as I drove by your old home, our old haunts,
and remembered the two of you, laughing and happy,
exploring your new hometown. There was no pain
in the sweet sadness. No tears. A gentle gladness
for the time I had with you here. It was a day to rent
“The Secret Garden” and watch young Mary learn
about hope and magic while a fire danced and burned
in the woodstove and a cat curled up on my lap for a nap.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
Photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell.
Very beautiful. “Sweet Sadness” is perfect. It reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s use of “yellow noise ” to describe the sunrise. Love, Rick
By the way, you are such a great poet yourself and you I told you that Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet and some of your work reminds me of her, I just wondered if you are familiar with her poem “a loss of something ever felt I ” ? It is my very favorite of hers but not that well known. Look it up. I think you would appreciate it. Tell me what you think of it. Love, Rick
I was just wondering since you are such a great poet yourself and I told you that Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet and your work reminds me of her. Are you familiar with her poem “A loss of something ever felt I” ? It is my very favorite and I think you would appreciate it. Look it up when you can and tell me what you think of it. Love, Rick
Sorry for the repost, something messed up!
Thank you for sharinng this