Here I stand cap in hand
A lifetime before me
And a lifetime behind me
And in the lamplight the path isn’t clear.
Here I lean upon my wooden bridge
Subdued memories ripple downstream in the wake of yesterday
And if I cross- hail what tomorrow brings
Shadows or sunsets in the evening?
Alison Jean Hankinson
For poetics d’Verse
Image– my mum and my daughter Ellen at St Annes, Lancashire. Mum was called Anne…
The lifetime behind me is my mum, whom I left behind and lost when I came to NZ, the lifetime before me is Ellen my eldest daughter whom I leave behind when I leave NZ to return to England.
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Beautifully penned and a beautiful photo as well. Crossing the large “pond” — While in New Zealand we met quite a few people who’d made the decision to move from the UK to New Zealand and while every one was happy in their life and loved New Zealand, each expressed how hard it was to be so very far and so many time zones away from family.
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I love the personal share and photo ~ Hopefully tomorrows filled with sunsets ~
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Beautiful. Those in between places can be hard. And so, so beautiful.
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That is such a beautiful picture ❤️ and your words lend such warmth to the heart!
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I love the last lines especially.
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Such a well written poem, with a wonderful message. I truly love this one!
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This feels so deep and relevant to many stage of life.
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Here I stand cap in hand
Feels very English to me
And yet the world is spanned
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2008.. standing on a cOld
and Wintery Beach
about this
date now
it seems
iN January
then.. a bridge
to a past of 33 years
or so of work that was
on the verge of literally
killing me then.. i let it go..
like a comet tale that had become
me.. for 66 months thEre were no
more FeeLinG chapters of mY liFe..
And finAlly
i shook
that
bridge
To HeLL oFF..
and yes.. 66 months later
almost to date and 42 months
since the third week of July 2013..
i cAMe bAck and tHeRe is no going
back or forward as the bridge floats
forevermore NoW iN the
ulTimate
preSent
of
tHis
moMent
NoW.. yeS..
LIFe is too short…
And Long Forevermore
noW iN MaKinG every letter
A poem.. every note A song that soars..
And every step a dance thaT Never enDs noW oN..:)
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With love to you. I am glad you came forward from your bridge of sighs. XX
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That’s so Kind of you..
Thanks so much with
Love as well..:)
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