My poem “I Laugh” is today’s Throwback Thursday feature at Stone Circle Review. Many thanks to editor Lee Potts for this and other kindnesses.
O at the Edges
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O at the Edges 
Hi Bob, I am so happy to see and read this poem again. And I rejoice that you are here sharing these truths about the true heart of being, an impermanent being, as we all are. I think you know how very much we do not want to miss you. Sending so much love and gratitude for you. Karen/
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Thank you, Karen, for these sentiments!
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it’s beautiful and not everything thinks these things through in advance, in fact, I’m sure it is the rare person
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Thank you, Beth. Though I don’t always use my time wisely, I have reserved the time to think these things through.
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Your poem moved me deeply.
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Thanks very much, Liz. that’s all this poet could ask for!
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You’re welcome, Bob!
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Poignant, the intersection between love and time. There is never enough, is there?
And glad to see a post from you, checking in with those of us thinking about you. (K)
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Time seems to be getting away from me lately, and yes, there never is enough. Sleep takes up so much of my life. If only this were not so. And thank you for thinking about me. I am truly grateful for your presence.
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Each poem, each paragraph is time in a bottle. Thank you, Robert.
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Thank you, Jilanne. I may fail at preserving time, but I try!
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And there is the guilt, for not being there. Can you forgive yourself? So glad to hear your voice Bob.
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That too, Dan. It weighs heavily on me.
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The most terrible hauntings are among the fiercely living. I think of you and Steph often and breathe a sigh of relief whenever you appear here with a poem. You chose such a perfect title for this one. What else can we do?
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Thanks, SJ. I’m doing fine, am currently on a break from chemo. Being nausea-free is glorious! Chemo will likely resume in late October or early November, depending on the scheduled scans. My fingers are crossed.
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Mine are too–and hooray for nausea-free! Enjoy the break and all the best parts of the season’s turning. ❤️
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Fall is my favorite season. The leaves will be turning before too long, and I’ll enjoy the chill. The break has been good. I’ve accomplished very little, but maybe that’s what was required.
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Oh, my friend. When Tommy was diagnosed with cancer, I felt the same as you express in this poem. He is in remission now and my heart is cautiously optimistic. Keep writing! We all need your words.
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My fingers are crossed for Tom! I remain optimistic for myself. The odds and stats have been strongly against my continuation, so to speak, but here I stand. I’ll keep trying.
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Congratulations, it is a beautiful piece. I can feel the sorrow and ache of a love that’s grieved. My wish for you that time will be plenty for you to love more, Robert.
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Thanks, Susi. I’m hoping that my next scan results will be good, and that my nausea-free days will extend.
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You’re welcome! Keeping my fingers crossed for you. ((hugs))
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Having lost my wife to cancer several years ago, this resonated. Thank you Bob.
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