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Open Poetry #12

Are You Here in These Hours?

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

0 posted 2001-03-10 11:15 AM

Are You Here in These Hours?
Virginia Salter

It’s morning
and your memory
is swallowed up
in so many finches
flitting at feeder
quarreling over morsels
entertaining the day
with little to say,
yet, my understanding
for their drive
their need
is acute.

I’ve held such hunger
for food
and much else,
as well.
Hunger for friends
to flock with,
together,
to spat over
little things,
smile over
garden rings,
sing for our suppers
in sweet harmony.

Maybe,
after all,
your memory
is not consumed
by these enigmatic moments
esoteric glimpses
offered me
in a day’s beginning
of sweet things winging
past my window pane
when rain has ceased
to trickle down the glass
and the pain of losing
seems to gently pass
leaving a heart
bathed in sweet melodies
of latent reminisce.

© March 10, 2001

Denise

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

1 posted 2001-03-10 11:19 AM

Ah, Virginia, this is so lovely, tender and touching! Beautifully written!

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

2 posted 2001-03-10 11:25 AM

Thanks, again, Denise. I so appreciate you stopping to read and comment. I wasn't even sure I'd have a poem 'arrive' today. I made a plea to the finches who have been constantly at my feeders for more than an hour, I'm sure.

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2001-03-10 01:17 PM

VAS~
This is simply lovely.
A gathering of thoughts - seeded with longing.
Greatly enjoyed.
~*Marge*~

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