They Try Again
They try again
to recollect the flavour
of what was,
hunting through trophies
only they can find:
the personal phrases,
the unimportant
yet cherished habits —
but it's thundery cold outside
and they who hide within
are only two now,
who must make new tales
to warm themselves, other
memories to gather later.
— Rosemary Nissen-Wade
Touchingly put Rosemary. You've made the remembering and sadness, and the process of adapting to all of your changed circumstances visible and tangible. This poem has a mood that I can wholly identify with. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you! It's nice to know it's working. I wasn't sure of this one. :)
DeleteI love the way you tie the images of strength to the hopeful expectation of the ending stanza together.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you felt that. Thank you,
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