Sorting old files ...
sorting old files
I find your last message
(before you died) —
concerned only for me
to know your love’s depth
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage /
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, /
We Poets of the proud old lineage /
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ...
(James Elroy Flecker)
These remnants of loved ones lives ring so deep and far.
ReplyDeleteThey do!
DeleteI feel this one. Perfect concision, R. Thanks
ReplyDeletethese last messages, they are sad, and comforting.
ReplyDeleteA poignant tanka. The love is potent
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog this morning
Much💜love
beautiful... and heartbreaking. i both love and hate finding things like that, love remembering all those beautiful memories, hate feeling the loss again.
ReplyDeleteOh this is heart breaking. He will always be with you .
ReplyDeleteThis one pulled a deep sigh out of me. I love the message itself, and what I imagine was felt when it was found after the loss.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful tanka.
There's definitely something about sorting old files. The act can evoke memories, sometimes bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteAgreed, and I really like the poem.
DeleteEven though a person passes on their love can somehow still be alive for us.
ReplyDeleteOh my how this tugs at my heartstrings .... sigh.
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasure to find, bittersweet as it might be!
ReplyDeleteYour ability to capture life moments in few words never ceases to amaze me.
ReplyDeleteIf this doesn't soften a hard heart, nothing will.
ReplyDeleteWet the eyes, Rosemary. Nice.
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