I'm using the theme of Rosemary/ Remembrance as a Monument to what has been lost:
The ramblings of aspiring author, Madeleine Sara, her dreams to become published and her trials and tribulations along the way. Plus other writerly nuggets of wisdom! Apologies for my typos, I get very cold hands with Raynauds and sometimes there's a persistent kittie on my lap, nudging my hand as I type.
About Me
- scribbleandedit.blogspot.co.uk
- United Kingdom
- I've been creative writing all my life, though with various haitus(es) along the way. IFrom 2010 I started this blog and enjoyed sharing writing and other information with everyone. illness and bereavement supplied the more recent hiatus.
I left a Rosemary that I loved. She grew right outside my kitchen door in Hawaii. When we left Oahu she had to stay behind. I hope whomever is living in my house now is taking good care of her.
ReplyDeletethis is a toughie, you are making me think. I have heard that remembrance is good for the soul. In my family we just try to block things out (very healthy eh?)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! :o)
ReplyDeleteA sweet and fragrant poem and a reflective one as well
ReplyDeletelike the way you hang it on your blog
Thanks for your visit
moonie smiles
you are such a quick talent.
ReplyDeleteI admire the speed you write and post such an art piece.
Thanks for sharing with potluck.
Cheers.
xx
Lovely poem Madeleine. I particularly liked the way you wove the two rosemarys together.
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This is so deep and beautiful. I salute you. I'd like to write poetry like this but I won't even try! Thanks for sharing, and I love the sprig.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem! Makes me think of people who were part of my everyday life, and who I now miss, though at the time I knew them, I did not consider their importance.
ReplyDeleteI also love the presentation of this poem! :)
beautiful poem. You have a real talent.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteAs well as the symbolic meaning, I have to say I just love the fresh clean fragrance of rosemary. I have a huge (and I do mean huge) rosemary bush in my garden and try and give sprigs to anyone who visits who looks like they might have a fondness for lamb. Hopefully then they'll remember me fondly as they enjoy their evening meal. Ooops, now I'm making myself hungry.
:-)
Amazing talent you have my friend, I am soooo happy to see your work shine at Potluck!! Thanks again for linking and look forward to read more!! xx
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. I liked the play on words. Could be read on many different levels. Great job!
ReplyDeleteMost enjoyable. Like the use of rosemary and idea of rememberance. An interesting twist on the Potluck theme. Good job. Thanks for a fine read.
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Thank you so much everyone. This was an incident that actually happened. I saw the rosemary bush, exclaimed to my hubby who thought I'd seen our former neighbour and then we laughed at the ambiguity of the name. The rest of the poem followed on from my reflections of the friend I once knew. :O)
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful prose reflecting open, kindly and loving heart!
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Rosemary the person/the herb. I love it.
ReplyDeletefragrant - sweet natured..beautyful...rosemary is kind of a "mystical" herb...
ReplyDeleteI love the scent of the Rosemary in my garden. It always reminds me of summer.
ReplyDeleteThat was a beautiful poem Madeleine. My mom's name was Rose Marie... close enough. Your poem made me think of her.
ReplyDeleteMichael
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/my-sister-lives-too-far-away/
ReplyDeletein case I forgot, forgive me.
Happy Saturday!
Hope to see you tomorrow night at out week 10 potluck.
xx
Thank you Francine, Tammy, Claudia, Debs
ReplyDeleteHow lovely Michael, yes Rose Marie is close enough :O)
Ah Jingle I had mine scheduled for Thursday,so it's now rescheduled for Sunday Thanks.