I hear your voice in the morning as you call me
Beckons me to follow you home.
Where your voice lingers.
I gather trinkets that are reminders of you,
A windchime, a plant pot, a word unspoken
A feather, a seashell, a stray thought.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for Day23 of napowrimo18
The first line is loosely taken from Country Roads, a song I hear in my head often that makes me think of my mum and dad. It will be 10 years this summer since mum passed but I still gather things that she would have liked, and I still don’t know if I gather them for her or for me. Love my family. XXXX
This is also for d’Verse quadrille and the challenge word/thought was gather.
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I loved the poem before reading your explanation….and even more now. A wonderful response to the prompt, Alison!
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Thank you and much love to you. XXX
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What a lovely thought to gather things she would have liked… one way to keep the memories living.
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Insightful posting – profound and yet, playful. Love it!
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A poignant poem, Alison. It’s made me well up.
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much love to you Kim, my dad would be welling up at the singing at Cardiff Arms Park. XXX
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It was amazing! We walked along the boardwalk and into the arboretum by the castle and we could hear the fans loud and clear. 🙂 xxx
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I like gathering the unspoken words and stray thoughts.
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Gather is a tremendous word, so gentle and protective. I like the use you make of it.
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This is very poignant.
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This is so lovely, a hint of sadness weaves its way throughout your poem.
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Those things are priceless as they remind you of them ~ Such a lovely windchime photo and keepsake ~
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Poignant, and so lyrically powerful!
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Very nice items you are gathering in this poem. 🙂
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A word unspoken and stray thoughts gathered along with trinkets give added power to the poem.
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Thank you. Much love to you.
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Love this- really tender words for your momma.
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“I still don’t know if I gather them for her or for me.” Yes. What don’t we do that has a shadow of someone we love who has passed infusing it?
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Beautiful poem. Your explanation made it even the more poignant
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beautiful! made me think of the things my dad collected and how much joy it brought him
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I love the idea you are gathering for both you and your mum. A beautiful quadrille Alison xxx
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I love that you include words unspoken and stray thoughts among the trinkets that you gather. They are often the best kind.
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Lovely piece, thank you. And a good question – who do we remember for?
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Lovely. It makes me smile. She must be smiling too.
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Very sweet gathering, Allison. I love that song, Country Roads 🙂
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Alison…I gathered an extra “l”
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That’s okay…XX
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What a precious collection, combining thoughts and words with other treasures. I love this, Alison.
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Thank you. XX
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Trinkets oF
LoVE Nature
Organic
And
Made
Gathering
Souls iN Symbols
And SPiRiT Green
SinGiNG HeART MoRE..:)
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Much love to you my friend. XXX
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Thanks.. to
You too
Alison..:)
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