reminding myself
this isn’t the first sunrise
she didn’t see —
just the first we saw
without her
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Jean LeBlanc
Jean LeBlanc is a poet, artist, and teacher in Newton, New Jersey. She teaches writing and literature at Sussex County Community College. Her collections of short-form poetry include The Opposite of Bird (Cyberwit, 2015) and The Haiku Aesthetic: Short Form Poetry as a Study in Craft (Cyberwit, 2013).
In her blog, www.jeanleblancpoetry.blogspot.com, she contemplates the role of art and poetry in our weird, mixed-up world.
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Grief and joy meet. This reminds us that for every image, every feeling, a mirror image exists.
g'day Jean
So good. For every sunrise and sunset this resonates with me so well.
peace and love
Very powerful. I think even just the first three lines can stand alone.
Very poignant. Appeared in my email the same day as a memorial service for a close friend. Really captures the duality of life that loss helps us see. Celebrating life while also mourning loss.
Excellent.
Thank you all for your wonderful comments. How I love the big-hearted tinywords community.
Really lovely.