The Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

Socrates
NOVEMBER 9, 2009 8:14PM

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Right before dawn

in the last remnants of sleep

I forget the bad things.

 

I remember our bodies

Encircled shell-like

 All night

how we draw each other near

 

I forget to be sorry

I grew old

I forget to be angry

you noticed

 

I hold on to these quiet moments

As night falls earlier

 

We are our best selves then

down comforter light on our shoulders

tic of the heater, quiet house

musky wood smell of last night's fire

 

In the woods beyond my window,

The sun is coming up pink behind the trees

 The cry of the geese reminds me

It has been another year since you loved me

leaves now brown, grasses dry

I press myself further into you

And fall back to dreaming.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, doll.....

if you only knew how much I can relate to this beautiful, aching, honest piece.... I wrote one with the same idea last spring... those moments before we really wake up, when it can all be ok again... the best moment of the day.

this is gorgeous. I ache with you. for you.
so beautiful. in dreams all thoughts create. ~R~
one of my favorite times, right before it's light. dreams and bodies then are the warmest. lovely, rita.
I know how those years tick off and before you know it... three years. Try that on for size.

Beautiful poem, Rita.
Good Lord. Rita, I'd read ANYTHING you wrote before I'd drink my first beverage of the morning!!! You are THAT GOOD!!!
Why ya gotta make me cry Rita?
Lovely
Those moments before dawn, when you don't remember your tragedy. When all is still "okay". As dawn comes closer and you become aware of the day, of the truth. And you are crushed.
Ugh. You put it so beautifully.
This was was so deep and heartbreaking that I feel your loss, and it's terrible!
R~
I enjoyed this. Thank you.
WUS and WA: Two of my favorite poets, thank you for the link, words from people i admire are such great encouragement TY
JD: You are always there for me, Thank You
Duane: You always inspire me
Chuck: Sleep to dream....TY flattered coming from you
Trig: Real men do cry, huh. thank you for taking the time
JLynne: Thank you for "getting" this so well...
Scanner: You are such a friend, autumn is a time of loss as you well know
Robin: Thank you, with all that is going on, for coming by xoxo
OE: You are welcome; I am glad you enjoyed it!
It never ceases to amaze me how much of life can be contained in a single moment, when appreciated . . . bittersweet though this is, it captures the moment beautifully.
Thank you Owl, you never fail to understand the resonation in each post..
RE: Thank you for the lovely compliments, they are so encouraging to me
Beautiful and touching poem. I loved it..
Sometimes it is hard to let go of the memories that used to bring us peace and enjoyment.
Hugs and love your way..
"I forget to be sorry I grew old" stands out to me above the rest of the lines but this is, in all, a stand out piece of work! I could smell the fire smoke and hear the geese. Authentic and sensual in a way only a mature woman can be.
I missed this the other day and only saw it now. It is a very sad but very good poem. As others have said, the images are vivid and drive home; as others said, you capture the feeling of this moment perfectly. My heart sobs for you.

I wish you peace.
Rita, you have expressed your pain so carefully here. "It has been another year since you loved me." I hope somehow that feeling fades...
Rose: Gratitude for understanding me, that line is to me what lends import to the whole poem. TY
FE: Moments, thats all that compiles a life they say TY for coming by with love and thoughts
SAP:Glad you came by, unfortunately, my creativity is spurred by sadness the most. TY for the kind words and empathy
OSM: It does fade and come back like any long, old relationship TY for taking the time to come by and the kind words
Dear Rita, Your poem makes me remember the love I felt so many years ago when I lived in Philadelphia. I'm glad to meet you.
Alexis: TY for coming by also
Zy: Thank Yoooooz (sorry can't do it)
Ant'ny like we say here in Philly, TY glad it was good memories...
I just found this.
Subtle, calm, sentimental and melancholic.
Well done.
Rated.
So painful. So real. Thank you.
"I forget to be sorry I grew old...I forget to be angry you noticed".

Evocative and sobering. Those moments before we awaken and become aware, all over again, of love's loss, are one of life's mercies.
late to read, so worth finding-rated
Thoth: Thank you, I notice your thoughtful comments throughout OS, glad you came by
DS: Can be painful can't it? We can sleep to dream sometimes it's easiest
Rose: Welcome, thank you for understanding and relating and letting me know
Scupper: Your words of praise carry a lot of weight with me, Thank You, I am an admirer of your poetry.
Sad. Beautiful. Articulate. Thank you.
Dream lightly...on the edge of here and now...
and then, eventually, here and now is transfused.

I dreamt erotic dreams all last night and today i see,

contrary to yesterday,

it's all about the love.

i procure a quieter voice because of my dreams.

Jim
I will read nothing else before going to bed. What a marvelous way to end the day. Simply lovely. Sweet dreams.
Gwen: With thanks for reading; love your new poem
SB: Thank you, what wonderful comments, Sweet Dreams indeed after Leonid early morning.
Jim/James: What thoughts and lovely words you leave for me; thank you, I was in need of these words tonight, perhaps you in your strange and beautiful way knew this.
my strange and beautiful way is this:
to keep the pink sunrise in my one-pointed vision,
as avatar against anxious thoughts.

Keep to the concrete. Never let your
eyes stray too far from their focus.
Learn to live comfortabl y in your limited
vision,

and then of and by itself
it will expand,
self-regulating....

that's faith, to me:

hoping your eyes, kept on a leash,
will break it...

never fear to fall back to dreaming...it is actually ascending,
as you know..
This is so beautiful and gently sad but warm all at once. I am blown away.
Rated.
bumped for geese crying and exceptional writing
God, Rita! This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. Absolutely stunning, eloquent, gorgeous. This speaks to the core of my heart.
A masterpiece.
Rated.
Shan: Thank you for reading and enjoying!
Scupper: Geese cries bring so much emotion with them? Dont they, I wrote this in my head in bed lifting up to hear the geese and knowing another summer was gone.
UBle: Thank you so very much, from such a wonderful poet and writer I am humbled!
Jim, I am printing your poems and thoughts for me out, so I can read them again, thank you so much.
Truly lovely, that time before we are awake and back to our regrets, our lives, our joys... love those moments, especially because I can sometimes return to sleep.
I found your blog by serendipity-
What a beautiful poem ! Emotions- still raw to me.
Yours in empathy.
Rated
MPsyche: wow: you got it, so well. I think I did go back to sleep and try to sleep to dream.
FA: Thank you serendipity! Thank you for the empathy it is appreciated. Thank you for coming by and reading and your words.
I find two such moments, one just before I fall asleep at night...pure and free.

Lovely.
"The cry of the geese reminds me/It has been another year since you loved me"

Powerful way to mark time. Rated
Good read. It really has a melancholic tone. And feels fresh every other time I read it.
Buffy, thank you for coming by, I appreciate your comments, I read your posts regularly wonderful.
Trudge: it was a sad thought but its exactly what was going through my mind at the sound of the geese crying
Sudesh, thank you, I enjoy your poetry also, so your words are special to me, TY.
Rita, that was so emotional, so beautiful, so poignant! And I loved the photo of the geese. I still wake up with beautiful dreams and try to keep them through the day. Thanks for the poem! Rated
Ralph thank you for reading, I was so moved by your post, thank you for coming by and commenting.
I am so glad you commented on my post. I would not have found this hauntingly beautiful poem, had you not. So sensual and romantic. Love it!
The simplicity of your verse conceals the complexity of the emotions you're reflecting....a good lesson for me....to show the emotions instead of merely speaking about them. Your work reminds me of William Carlos Williams, another pediatrician. Is there a connection there for you because your work reminds me of his, and that's no small compliment indeed.
PS: Where's the rest of your work? Are you removing the older pieces because I expected to find a lot more of this good stuff on your blog than I actually found. Yes, I'm greedy, a slut for good poems.
Hi Sage, thank you! so wonderful when someone you admire comes and leaves some complimentary remarks. I counted about eight things that I posted not counting the Phillies fun stuff. I deleted a very bitter marriage post which I felt I did not want anyone I knew to see. Other than that, its all here. Let me know if you can not read them as they have very few comments and i wondered why. Thank you again, Rita
PS Sage, of course my work influences everything. I am touched daily by the living and dying and courage of the children I see. It may not come out directly, but it is a reflected light on my life, no doubt. Thank you for the comparison to WCW, unreal to me, but thank you so much for thinking so. No small compliment, TY.
This is a beautiful poem, and very sad. I'm sorry it took so long for me to read this.
oh this is spectacular Rita:

"I hold on to these quiet moments

As night falls earlier"

this is how it's done. gorgeous.
Hi Rita. I'm still going through your older stuff. This is so very sad, and I'm pulled into it by an early ambiguity -- it's not clear until "we are our best selves" -- when you use the present tense, with "our" (up to then it's been "I") -- that your partner is still there, and not just a memory. Then, just when I'd gotten used to another person there with you in the bed, you broadsided me with "It has been another year since you loved me". And THEN, immediately, I read "I press myself further into you" -- this sadness careens between loss and love. I gotta take a break.

Thank you.
Sad and a universal feeling for both genders, I suspect....
Thanks Gwool and I believe so also and LC welcome here, there is no trick to getting poetry, just to feel what the words bring up. Thanks for visiting.