and make a space between
that each might see the other anew --
in a glance across a room
or silhouetted against the moon.
************
I saw by the duck pond
an elderly couple throwing crumbs on the water,
close against each other,
thinking each other's thoughts,
casting each other's shadow,
and I wondered --
which was the great love
and which the acquired taste that became an addiction.
-- Robert Brault
2 comments:
Beautiful writing! You go for the heart and do it quite brilliantly.(smile) I was married for 37 years. When I lost Don back in 2007, it was like someone had broken my heart into a million pieces...and it continued to break throughout many months of grief. Do you know what mended it? The many, many memories that we shared through decades. Remembering each one restored those tiny cracks in my heart, until it was all back together, and whole again. Ah, well...I do run on.(smile)
Anyway, I love your writing. In final thought, I'd say one must acquire a taste for love, then follow it faithfully with the heart's choice. You know, I do think love is a 'sweet addiction'. Sometimes, it only comes 'round once...
'Til next time,
Mattie
Mattie,
Yes, you expressed yourself poignantly on the power and tenacity of memory in "Dust and Residue of Memories." I have spent a good deal of time on your pages of late, mining for new thoughts, and what I'm discovering is that it's hard to further distill insights that are already finely honed and delicately expressed. I will have to change my mindset and come to your pages simply to enjoy,
Smiles,
RB
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