Sharing. This exercise was originally written for the Writers Discussion Group based on Rupert Brooke's poem These I Have Loved.
These I have loved
The past and the future that run continuous, perpetual.
Sadness and joy, and the body I cannot recognize in the mirror. Broken pieces.
The rusted wheel of the toy and the garden that seats placidly in my still life memories.
Physically blind eyes for a heart that beats possibilities. Embracing the state of being different.
The days that were golden and the childhood that holds the pictures on the wall. Yellowish smiles.
Love sublime and the wedding pottery at my mother's attic. The plastic hangers where I suspend my hopes. Daily rituals.
The waiting and the green light of the train tracks of my existence. Discovering humanity.
Polite silence and the rain singing melancholy. Empty sidewalks for daydream children.
The fresh pine scent of a postcard. Leaves falling apart and stars for a velvet sky. Tender affection.
Reminiscences and recollection. Food-feeding my soul and my senses.
The new and the old faces that surrender my pace. Of what I have really loved.
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4 comments:
That is so complicated and beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
This is beautiful and moving, Isabella. Thanks for posting.
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. Should have posted here before...
I love it Isabella. Keep writing you're very good.
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