Kathy Riordan

Kathy Riordan
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April 27
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JUNE 15, 2011 9:20AM

you only come to me in dreams now

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you only come to me in dreams now

soft, blurred-edged, never sharp

two colors, green and black,

maybe some tan

and words not really spoken

but heard

i bend in the cottage, closing, 

ask you to walk the dog

you step outside

no leash 

 

 

 

photo:  Sunset, Honokowai - Kathy Riordan 

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Oh my! So lovely! R ...and deeply deeply felt! Thanks, Kathy.
and the rate, which did not stick the first time!
Beautiful and sad and touching. At least there are the dreams - and maybe they're more than that.
Soft focus, like a photograph.
Kathy,
such soft gentle words. sad gentle words. I sense you are not alone.
beautiful photo. looks like someone is walking on water there.
took my breath away ... R
Your words show presence and love.
HUGGGG
You have captured how it really is.
Tender sweet sad. Evocative. Those dreams where you do not wish to wake up, but to linger longer with the lost beloved.
I am gone after this ...
This can give one goose skins.
It's when you wake-up tingling.
Dreams are often very arousing.
I dream of Big Bird & Woodpecker.
Loon can be wild noises at nighttime.
Yes. Thanks Kathy. You Good Loony.
interesting visual.
"words not really spoken/but heard" Beautifully said, Kathy. It reminds me of Keats: heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. Rubbing "bend in the cottage" and "closing" against "you step outside/no leash" produces a friction of grief.
Very nice. It could mean several things...
At first it was only in dreams
I did not know how to talk to him
and be sure he was listening
we have grown together
in other ways
always there in that special place
in my heart
You write
such beautiful poetry
of love
rated with love
Truly poignant in its simplicity. You create lovely poems, Kathy.
Poignant, simple grief addressing the loss -- I love simple..
You capture the dream well...different version, but I know it well. Stunning word dream.
Such beauty emerges from so much sorrow. Haunting, Kathy.

Lezlie
He is still with you and will always be in your heart!
Beautiful~
R
it seems almost intrusive to comment here.
how does one address another's longing and pain?
but i wanted you to know i heard you.
It sounds like letting go, I hope it is a good thing for you..
Linnnn said it so well..."soft focus." Lovely photograph.
Grief is like weather, I think, like rain...it comes and goes. And makes things wash away and makes things grow.
they blow across my path
these words
leave me curious
but not
wanting to chase after
they must move on