winter stars without you to name them
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Roberta Beary
Roberta Beary lives in Mayo, Ireland. Their work appears in Tiny Love Stories: True Tales of Love in 100 Words or Less (New York Times, 2020) and One Breath: Notes from the Reluctant Engagement Project (Doire Press/ Clan Beo, 2021) which pairs their haiku with artwork by families of people with disabilities. View all posts by Roberta Beary
Alone under the stars and living
in the precious memory.
Simply moving. Amazing how a short poem like this can have so much emotion.
Wonderful! Beautiful!
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
magnificent line!…
i could feel how sad this is…