Potpourri


POTPOURRI           
 
she was sitting on the old red gum seat
when a large saucer shaped petal
detached itself from her favourite rose bush
and wove its way to the ground
 
as she watched its slow, graceful fall
she was struck by the twin swords
beauty and loss
she picked the petal up
knowing from that moment
it would never be the same
 
the burnished orange with deep red veins
already seemed less vibrant
it would not be long
before its comforting, velvet texture
began to harden, become brittle
the perfume too would soon be gone
 
she held it gently to her damp cheek
then carried it reverently inside
placed it in the almost translucent white Spode bowl
with the other fallen petals
she would look at them in the years to come
and remember
 
but she would never add false perfume.
 
Tricia 4/2010
 

 

About triciabertram

I have written all my life. Writing helps me to make sense of a world I often don’t understand. Poetry is my supreme solace, closely followed by literature and music. When my son ended his life in 1999 I embarked on the most difficult journey of my life, my grief journey. To survive in this unknown, harsh landscape I had to write. It was for me, the only way I could even begin to move forward. Then in 2009 my darling husband died suddenly and so my journey continues. I write about other issues but because of my life experience, grief and death are continuing themes in my writing life. In our culture I believe there is a fear of death, an inability to accept the inevitability of our mortality, and this creates enormous difficulties for the bereaved and those around them. I have begun this blog in the hope I will create a small ripple in the pond of fear that is currently drowning the reality of death and grief. I will continue to skim the stones of my truth, watch them bounce, and see how many ripples I can make.

Posted on November 25, 2011, in Poems. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Thank you for sending me here. I loved this so much. I especially loved the last line. It could be your motto.

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