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The Blood Knot
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The Blood Knot |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
The Blood Knot "How come you don't?" my sister says. Go there she means To place some violets on his grave, Or maybe roses and a flag; "They're free you know; Don't you miss Dad?" And then I watch her hurry off To pick up Mom Before the afternoon gets hot And the traffic starts to snarl As it backs up At the gate to the Veteran's cemetery. "You should go, it would not hurt!" Then slams the door to her Buick, While I look down to take a turn In a precious knot Taught me by an expert fly fisherman. RMW |
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rodbrassard New Member
since 2001-06-15
Posts 3 |
I really like this poem. It really makes me think of how my relationships are with my father and my son and what I would most remember if either of them were gone or what they would remember of me. |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
our memories of our loved ones are so precious..and we remember those people in our own ways..and we honor them and grieve them in our own ways...and your way..well, its a wonderful way to entwine your hand with the one you miss...  much enjoyed this one.. hugs, g the boy said, my name's johnny |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is fantastic. Totally touching. I could relate, as I too, have my own ways of memory and tribute. You're very talented! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Short, simple strokes of story, wrapped neat and delivered in exemplary manner in the last two lines.... living on in their memory with emulations of their gifts is the best way.... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
that knot lies in all of us. . . great job with this one. . . ----------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
extremely powerful extremely poignant remembrance happens in so very many ways my father's grave is six hour drive away from me, plus all the rest a trip there would entail, not making excuses, but I just remember him in my heart and share a love of writing with him happy fishing, Bob, may the knot in your heart be a lovely binding |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
We all grieve or remember in our own special way, Robere... Beautifully written. *smiles* ~Tier |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RMW~ Tenderly rendered. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
bump, cuz more should have a chance to read this |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Someone much more elegant wrote: " do not stand at my grave and weep for I am not there. Honoring memories makes more sense to me than grieving. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
this is a wonderful poem...helen |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Oh, Bob. Are we kindred souls from another dimension? My memories of a Marine Corps Sgt. Major are infinitely stronger than visually inspecting his grave marker. A man is truly immortal when he lives in the mind of another. Well writ my friend. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(bowing) No words to express the way this made me feel or the way I appreciate your way with words.. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
rodbrassard ..... Thank you. And I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Bob dgvarner....For the hug....thank you....truly. Needed to read that today. Bless you. Bob Serenity....ah, enthusiasm. Thank you. Bob Sunshine....thank you for sharing. Smiles. Bob Sven...as always....thanks. Bob VAS...smiling. Yep...will have to hit the Metolius and the North Fork of the Santiam soon. Bob Tier....I know you. And about that letter???? ("....they never call....they never write..."...referring to the squirrels....in the film, "While You Were Sleeping"....) Bob Marge....Thank you, Marge. Always so kind. Bob Julian....yes....memories. Thank you. Bob Helen...very kind and thoughtful of you to sign your name. Thank you. Bob Interloper....soul mates? Perhaps...but then again, I think that you may have been line infantry...while I was one of those...dare I say it......"air wingers". Semper Fi. (PS Last night I watched a special on the raising of the flag at Iwo Jima. Gosh. Lest we forget. Bob Cpat Hair...thank you, friend. I seem to remember your sharing a poem or two, even more touching, about your father. Bob |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
All The Above Thank You |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Minimalism can lend itself to expressing the deepest thoughts... your poem is an example of this... well done  KI am a refugee of logic...insisting |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bob--Love is caught by fly or song..a moutain or simple marker..it lives in your heart in this poem. |
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