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Posts by Rachel McDonald

Thank you so much Jess đź’«

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Thank you Mike đź’«

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Thank you Miriam đź’«

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Sorry for my late reply Mary. I’m glad my poem resonated with you. Sorry for your loss.

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Thank you for reading Bohumila and for your lovely comments đź’«

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Bookshelves of poetry

Bookshelves of poetry

I opened a book
And the sun flooded my soul
Never more alone.

#bridahaiku #haiku #poetry #poem #book

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Beautiful đź’«

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Thank you so much Beth đź’«

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Thank you so much Merril đź’«

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Your lovely poem creates a sense of wonder. Great write đź’«

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Poem
At the Borderline of Intangible

You can’t see the specks of stardust,
that scattered light beyond our vision,
infrareds, ultraviolets—
the blackholes that zip around us, drift
like our ghosts--

shadows almost seen.

You nearly forgot
the cold touch that brushed your cheek
with thoughts from the past,
a dream voice that called your name,

this time you woke,
this time you remembered

how the rain fell, a virga of possibility,
a deluge of inevitability
carrying flecks of all of us,
of everything,

the light.

Poem At the Borderline of Intangible You can’t see the specks of stardust, that scattered light beyond our vision, infrareds, ultraviolets— the blackholes that zip around us, drift like our ghosts-- shadows almost seen. You nearly forgot the cold touch that brushed your cheek with thoughts from the past, a dream voice that called your name, this time you woke, this time you remembered how the rain fell, a virga of possibility, a deluge of inevitability carrying flecks of all of us, of everything, the light.

Good morning! I suppose I've continued last week's theme into this week's #PoemsAbout #NeverForget Thank you once again @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for this forum. I will be back in a bit to read--depending on how severe the storms are coming our way!

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It definitely seems like one of those moments that last forever ❤️

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Thank you so much Kate. I appreciate your comments. đź’«

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#PoemsAbout #NeverForget @alanparry83.bsky.social
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social

#poetry #poem

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So beautifully tender. You capture an exquisite moment in time đź’«

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Thank you so much Vijay ❤️

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Thank you so much Karen. I appreciate your comments. đź’«

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This is captivating Karen. I love the image of her “rocking shadow.” Both warm and intimate, a lovely write 💫

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Thank you so much Sue. đź’«

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Softly heart-breaking Sue. Beautifully understated and masterfully crafted đź’«

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For this week's #PoemsAbout #NeverForget an old poem in memory of my Dad, but new to here, and fitting, I hope. With thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and all those taking part. Will catch up with others later.

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Thank you so much Paul. I appreciate your comments. đź’«

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A poignant and vulnerable poem. Your final lines are vulnerable and emotionally intimate đź’«

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Summer Fade

I see the underskin twine
barely holding your life together,
cherry and plum threads 
unraveling in midsummer twilight.

I tell myself it’s just the shade.

A lie I can live with 
a lie to make you live - longer -
than the moulding bouquet 
existing on the windowsill,
the lead crystal heavy with death 
of mulching carnations and tulip stems. 
I don’t know why no-one has replaced them—
but I do really. 

When your head turns to face me
sometimes there’s a glint of silver
recognition in your moonswell eyes—
and the slightest cup of a smile held 
on your saltstubble lips,
lasting no longer than a heartbeat.

When you retreat into the security
of the peppermint blanket, 
dry tears scold my throat 
while sterile walls, return my stare
unable to offer the answers 
I hope for.

Summer Fade I see the underskin twine barely holding your life together, cherry and plum threads unraveling in midsummer twilight. I tell myself it’s just the shade. A lie I can live with a lie to make you live - longer - than the moulding bouquet existing on the windowsill, the lead crystal heavy with death of mulching carnations and tulip stems. I don’t know why no-one has replaced them— but I do really. When your head turns to face me sometimes there’s a glint of silver recognition in your moonswell eyes— and the slightest cup of a smile held on your saltstubble lips, lasting no longer than a heartbeat. When you retreat into the security of the peppermint blanket, dry tears scold my throat while sterile walls, return my stare unable to offer the answers I hope for.

For #PoemsAbout #NeverForget here is a piece called Summer Fade, a rework of an old poem of mine.

Looking forward to reading others work throughout the day.

Thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for cultivating this community of writers 🙏

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Thank you so much Carolyn đź’«

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This is heart-warming. The image of him softly smiling as he sips a pint of Dark is a warm and intimate moment đź’«

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Poignant and beautifully written đź’«

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barter

we used to exchange rhubarb, for advice
a barter that left both feeling warmer

i was jealous of his Russian hat collection
he of my fluency in matters of the heart

healthcare titbits and NHS navigation 
for freshly dug carrots, leeks, the odd spud

it seemed to me Fred had life sorted
my own was falling apart, I didn’t let on

his wife was in and out of hospital
until one day, she wasn’t any more

a bag of onions left on my doorstep
the exchange one-sided and raw.

barter we used to exchange rhubarb, for advice a barter that left both feeling warmer i was jealous of his Russian hat collection he of my fluency in matters of the heart healthcare titbits and NHS navigation for freshly dug carrots, leeks, the odd spud it seemed to me Fred had life sorted my own was falling apart, I didn’t let on his wife was in and out of hospital until one day, she wasn’t any more a bag of onions left on my doorstep the exchange one-sided and raw.

#poemsabout #neverforget
Fantastic theme with a brilliant multiplicity of responses
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social
@alanparry83.bsky.social

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Poignant and evocative. đź’«

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