Ashes
To sweeten the dish, add salt. To bear the pain,
render the insoluble. She envied
the past its incursions, yet the past yields to all,
avoidance to acceptance, trees to smoke.
My mother brought to this country a token of her death to come.
Now it sits on my shelf bearing implements of music.
In her last days I played Sakura on the mandolin,
trusting that she might find comfort
in the blossoms fluttering through the failing notes,
a return to mornings
of tea and rice, of
warmth and paper walls and deep laughter.
Today the rain spells forgive
and every idea becomes form, every shadow a symptom,
each gesture a word, a naming in silence.
Scatter me in air I’ve never breathed.
* * *
“Ashes,” first appeared in Extract(s) in 2013, was reprinted on The Reverie Poetry Journal, and is included in my chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.
Beautiful
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Thank you, Shakiyla. Much appreciated.
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You’re welcome
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lovely
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Thanks very much.
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Gorgeous poem.
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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A beautiful deep and powerful tribute!
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Thanks, Dwight. A poem of grief seemed appropriate today.
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Always good to let that feeling envelop you and permeate your soul! You will never forget!
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Elegant
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Thanks very much, Michael.
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Today the rain spells forgive. This is amazing. ✨✨
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But today the rain has stopped. Thank you, Mia.
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Beautiful and powerful Robert. Thank you
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You are very generous. Thank you.
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❤️
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Back atcha.
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☺️
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Favorite.
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Hey, Randy. Thanks very much.
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Read your hospital comment; hope you feel well, soon! Maternal instincts squawk, “Chicken soup, chicken soup!”
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Thanks, Randy. As I’m limited to eating soft foods, chicken soup fits right in. 🙂
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I love how you have evoked the universal in the personal here. And that last line. It’s like you just put a name to a feeling I never knew was there until you named it. Poignant. May your mother’s spirit live on in cherry blossoms and mandolin melodies.
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Thank you so much for your kind comments. We poets try to give voice to the unsayable, but often with mixed results. I’m very pleased that this one spoke to you.
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Love it! You have a gift with words but this one is especially eloquent.
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You are always so kind, Annika. Thank you.
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I remember this one well, Bob, and love it all over again.
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Thank you, Cate. It somehow seemed appropriate in light of this week.
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This is not only beautiful, I find this poem very moving and real. You have another follower.
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Details of a shared life… Thank you for your kind comments, Sue.
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You are certainly welcome.
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Lovely.
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Thank you, as always, Leslie.
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Its melancholic beauty pulls the string of emotions… loss of loved doesn’t heal, we just learn to move on …
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And move on, we do. Thanks for your kind words.
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beeuuteeful!!
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Thank you very much.
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So much good can be given to another through a simple offering of solace; so much healing can well up in the heart of the giver who least expects anything in return…
I need to listen to the rain way more often in my neck of the woods.
Fitting, indeed.
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Sometimes the giver has nothing tangible to give, yet it’s enough. I often find comfort in listening to rain.
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Like the feeling in this one!
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Thanks, Tom. It is a true feeling.
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unbearably moving.
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Thanks, C. Much appreciated.
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Beautiful, memories from the heart.
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The beautiful travels hand-in-hand with the sad.
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This is a wonder poem. I felt the words and had to read it again.
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Thank you, Mat.
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This is beautiful bob, speaks to me personally today, for a death of sorts in my life, but also captures the mood of recent events- the obvious, but also the passing of Leonard Cohen. The last line is a tear jerker, I tell ya.
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Thanks, Mek. 2016 has not been kind to our musicians.
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No it hasn’t been. Particularly fine ones this year.
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my wife’s older sister passed away very suddenly yesterday morning. lovely poem, robert. thanks.
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I’m very sorry to hear about your loss, John. And my apologies for the delayed reply – I’ve been in the hospital and haven’t had the energy to tap on tiny keys.
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i’m so sorry to hear that, robert. i hope all is well and that you’ll be on the road to recovery soon.
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Thanks, John. I’m home and doing well.
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good to hear. best wishes!!
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I’m sorry for your loss, but happy you can share it with us.
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Thanks, Finnegan. It seems that poetry is how I best understand and resolve these feelings.
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A wonderful poem, I especially like the line “Scatter me in air I’ve never breathed.”
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Thank you very much. I’m so pleased you liked it.
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love this
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Thank you very much.
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Loved this in the book, ;love it more in the new context.
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Thank you, Angela. Grief certainly finds us in wildly differing circumstances.
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Moving and powerful. Thank you for sharing.
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You are very kind. Thank you.
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Beautiful images
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And all true. I find it much easier to write from reality (or at least a basis in reality). Thank you.
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Lovely, powerful…I love it!
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Thanks very much. I’m so pleased it resonated with you.
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Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful! Especially loved the structure of your first stanza, pulled me right in.
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Thank you, Jessica. I tinkered with it for quite a while before it fell into place. 🙂
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Yay for successful tinkering 🙂
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Well, we don’t talk about the unsuccessful tinkering…
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Only if it makes something successful later…maybe…:)
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“…today the rain spells forgive…”
Wash us all in that rain…
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We could use a good one about now.
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