I recall writing today’s
little poem in 2003 after pausing to admire a rose in someone’s garden.
My mother loved roses,
as did my late partner. Both died many years ago. They never met, yet here I
was bringing them together in my thoughts, years on. How strange and sometimes
incredibly moving that memories can be triggered, as if my magic, by the
slightest thing, past and present fitting perfectly into each other like pieces
of a jigsaw.
Will I ever be a perfect
fit into someone’s jigsaw, I wondered…? And what will the complete jigsaw look
like, mine or anyone else’s …?
It is no coincidence, I
suspect, that the trigger for such thoughts, and indeed a poem, should embrace
such visions of the heart as beauty, peace, and love.
THE ROSE or ANSWER ING TO AUTUMN
See them, one by one,
petals falling away,
discarded by autumn,
remains of our day
We helped it to grow,
nurtured its blooms
at time's open window
on ageless dreams
While winter keeps
no flower in view,
the rose, it but sleeps
in my love for you
Dreams, one by one.
petals falling away,
answering to autumn,
remains of our day.
Copyright R N Taber 2004, 2014
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004, rev.. 2014.]
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