Ekadent
the child in her unwinds the wool of words
solitaire
hummingbirds hover as she plays upon a butterfly table
history
bookworm devours the unbroken spines of libraries
cookies
a girl-guide hand reaches into depression glass
friendship
pilgrims ring brass bells through the Oregon grape
trumpets
big band jazz carpets lazy story-telling afternoons
grammar
disciplines ain’t have got and liquid papers F-bombs
baseball
opening-days, world-series wagers, cheers upon a lawn chair
imagination
she paints to see and sees to be in everything the beauty
love
our matriarchal elephant, unconditional, you, me, always
Grandma.
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Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write an elegy – a poem that mourns or honors someone dead or something gone by … [and] center the elegy on an unusual fact about the person or thing being mourned.
All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck
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This is simply wonderful, Dale.
Thank you, Dale. It means an awful lot to write from one’s heart and get warm words in return …. Thank you!
You do it so well…
We have the same given name…could you not rub off on me? ?
That is so very sweet because, trust me, I feel very much the student still trying to learn my art.
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Love, love, love the imagery and emotion – I can feel your memories.
Thank you — there’s a lot to be said for the ghosts of hearts that never leave us. I’m glad you felt it too. You would have adored her.
I have no doubt I would have.
Those spirits that never leave our hearts live on in us in ways we know and some we don’t – so their legacy lives on and touches those around us. <3