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Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
- W.S. Merwin
A stainless steel needle, leaving tiny perforations, linking us together with a whisper thin cord of loss. The imagery is more apt than I can express.
Absence shows up in Little Willow's choice, "The King of Griefs"; in Eisha's haiku farewell to Cambridge, and even in Kelly's mood music, as she takes off with The Raggle Taggle Gypsy. For more poetry perfect for a lucky summer day, drop by the Poetry Friday Round-Up at Chicken Spaghetti.
4 comments:
That's a beautiful poem.
Perfect picture for that poem.
ooh, this one hurts.
I like how you paired it with a photo.
That really is a perfect image for loss. Damn.
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