Very moving and very beautiful. The power of the last line throws me back through the poem to read it again and again. Textures, colours and real depth.
This moves me,bringing back the memory of all of that packing and wrapping of my parents' treasures just a few years ago – and reminds me of the future packing and letting go in my own future … Lovely and true as all good poetry is. Thank you.
Wedgewood gives it a specific period. I still have several of my mother's wedge wood pieces. The contrast of the tissue paper, the ceramic works and the metaphor of chips and cracks work wonderfully. Touching tanka with simplicity and beauty.
Several weeks ago, I sent all my mother's Wedgwood to an auction house. My brother died almost eight weeks ago from ALS. Life is fragile. My investments now are more in the moment; my investments now are more in travel and introspection and sharing and learning and experiencing. Thank you for this fine work, Susan! I would never had imagined that I would part with my mother's treasures. Especially thank you for the sure clear message that there is more waiting for us! Best wishes!
So many of us have or will have this experience. My own mother has many many porcelain "friendship cups" in her cupboard, all with different patterns. I so appreciate the imagery! Thank you, Susan! — Dianne
August 9th, 2013 at 2:33 pm
Thank you for this wonderful memory of my mother also; beautiful.
August 9th, 2013 at 2:44 pm
Will this be my daughter's memory of me?
August 11th, 2013 at 8:44 am
There will be more; you share ideas and hopes and dreams. There is memory beyond things; other memories include actions and ideas. ;-)
August 9th, 2013 at 3:36 pm
Very moving and very beautiful. The power of the last line throws me back through the poem to read it again and again. Textures, colours and real depth.
August 9th, 2013 at 4:13 pm
This tanka captures so well the experience of sorting, packing, and discarding after the death of an older relative. Thank you.
August 9th, 2013 at 5:51 pm
This moves me,bringing back the memory of all of that packing and wrapping of my parents' treasures just a few years ago – and reminds me of the future packing and letting go in my own future … Lovely and true as all good poetry is. Thank you.
August 9th, 2013 at 8:25 pm
Wedgewood gives it a specific period. I still have several of my mother's wedge wood pieces. The contrast of the tissue paper, the ceramic works and the metaphor of chips and cracks work wonderfully. Touching tanka with simplicity and beauty.
August 9th, 2013 at 8:52 pm
Always love your work Susan xx
August 11th, 2013 at 8:49 am
Several weeks ago, I sent all my mother's Wedgwood to an auction house. My brother died almost eight weeks ago from ALS. Life is fragile. My investments now are more in the moment; my investments now are more in travel and introspection and sharing and learning and experiencing. Thank you for this fine work, Susan! I would never had imagined that I would part with my mother's treasures. Especially thank you for the sure clear message that there is more waiting for us! Best wishes!
August 11th, 2013 at 11:48 am
May your investments be fruitful. (I am sure that they will be.) And I am sorry for your loss–
August 11th, 2013 at 11:46 am
So many of us have or will have this experience. My own mother has many many porcelain "friendship cups" in her cupboard, all with different patterns. I so appreciate the imagery! Thank you, Susan! — Dianne
August 12th, 2013 at 9:10 am
Ah, yes we have some crockery at my mother's place that is also chipped and cracked, but my mother keeps battling on. :-)
Alan
August 13th, 2013 at 4:16 am
I adore this one of yours, Susan.