Monday 27 June 2022

Counting



 


Don’t think and grieve I count out days

in loops of memories and sighs,

that I fritter my life away,

that I stop my ears and shut my eyes.

I count instead how your laughter rang -

transformed the earth and made it glow,

and how the fireflies came along

to show off their light at your window.

The angle the stars held up your sky,

and the seas wove an orchid foam,

how the trees lobbed their branches high

just so they could shelter your home.

Their flowers still dance and pirouette.

They do not grieve, nor do I forget.







14 comments:

  1. Hi Nila - takes me back a few decades to early childhood - fireflies in the 1950s in the hazelnut trees ... trees and plants being tested by the breezes blowing past ... and yes now many years on ... counting the times of my life - lovely poem bringing forth memories ... cheers Hilary

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    1. Hi Hilary, and thank you! Glad the post stirred good memories.

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  2. So very beautiful. So very true.

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  3. Remberance clothed in imagery. Thank you for your magic!

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    1. All roads lead to Rome, all imagery leads to remembrance...Glad you enjoyed it, thanks.

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  4. Your poem is perfect for my mood. I am back in my childhood home, visiting my dad, and talking about memories of my mom. Thanks

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    1. I am so glad to hear that. Enjoy your time with dad, hope he is doing well, completely himself now.

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  5. Very deep and lovely.
    And I have my favorite book world narrowed down for the IWSG July prompt.
    July 03 is Plastic Bag Free Day, which hopes to eliminate single-use plastic bags.
    Over at Operation Awesome, our Pass or Pages query contest opens Monday with July's family saga genre.

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    1. Thanks for reading. That sounds like a great busy week ahead of you. All the very best!

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