winter stars without you to name them
Issue 09.1 | 28 January 2010
Alone under the stars and living
in the precious memory.
Simply moving. Amazing how a short poem like this can have so much emotion.
Beautiful, sad, moving. Thank you.
Oh, Roberta, My John always knew the name of everything! And you’ve named the spot where I now live.
Fantastic one liner. So much in it, what’s there and what’s not.
Your poem was fun, for me! First read, I thought it sad and moving. Second read, I imagined that the person COULD be relieved that he was finally left to his own thoughts and imagination.
I like the spare quality in the speaker’s longing very much… one from my pocket:
handful of agates
nootka roses on the wind
this far without you
i could feel how sad this is…
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