Open Poetry #42 |
Memorial Day, 1888, No. 8 [Soddie Memorial & Cornflowers] |
Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Memorial Day, 1888, No. 8 [Soddie Memorial and Cornflowers] salt plants in Hutchison are now in operation still, my love, I speak to you, come this day, this day of flags, since 1865, a day of speeches and memories held mostly for Veterans of the wars but, my love, this day is held for you, too, as the women know…. we do not forget the men that did not go to war, but fought, nevertheless, to bring a life, and lives, forward… to build this country oh, my love…. I have given acquiescence to Mr. Johannson, to ask me to be his bride as I believe this is what you would want and if it is, then it is what I can live with and be content for he shall have his art, and I, my quill, people should not mourn forever you have been gone these ten years, I hear you now, you are wondering why I did not do it before… because you had always said I would be me, myself, that I could do it, if I had to, and I had to, to prove the flour, white, on my hands as worthy of my kneading…. for I was forever the dreamer and you were always the doer, even needing, when I was by your side I know this… so I had to do, for you, just as I had to write oh my love…. I have been the wife that you would be proud to carry on your name, all of this time, and now, I crave the company of a man, as understanding as you ever were even if I cannot feel for him how I felt for you… that has changed now it is not the passion of the young but the passion of elders, who have loved before, as both he and I have oh my love, I shall never quit conversing with you. The soddie is gone now the upkeep was not propitious as the walls were caving in it was time that change be allowed… will you allow this? I have not forgotten the day you saw, and said, you were glad as I faced the wind that first day and in truth, my heart sank, at first, and then, as I saw your face, I saw the promise of your heart, and in that, the promise of the earth, and in that, I heard, the promise of the country my heart yearns to hear your words, your thoughts, which have slowly faded this decade of time, and time is all I have held in my hands these last years my love… I will never not carry the cornflowers to your grave as I will, if you approve, on my wedding day, mixed with babe’s breath and wildflowers of the prairie in memory and for the future’s dreams |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
This is so pure and deeply felt, I hardly dare comment lest I do it an injustice. I have never read a more touching tribute to one who is gone but so deeply loved and respected, as if he were there, present, smiling, reassuring, approving . . . This really touched and moved me, Art |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
My reply was written spontaneously and perhaps in haste, as I am not certain as to the speaker in the poem. But my deficiency detracts in no way from the artistry and craftsmanship of this splendid poem! Art |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie, as always your writing of the times of Soddie touches deeply; as if you somehow were there and traveled forward to tell your story. Wonderfully done! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Karilea, I am at a loss for words that would do this fine write justice! Mind you, I think both gilead and Martie made excellent attempts at it! Love & Sun Light, Linda |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
A wonderful poem, Karilea. Very touching! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is such a beautiful and touching poem, Karilea. It leaves me at a loss for words. Ida |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This touches way deep down in the heart of me. The cornflowers and babies breath are a beautiful reminder of love and life, ever after. Big hugs, Karilea~ |
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