from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?


– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.


Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.


Roselle Angwin

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

human



How hard it is to love someone
with all my heart again;
the love letters I write these days
are to the wind and rain.
≈ Roselle Angwin






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5 comments:

  1. mm17 December 2013 at 12:05

    So poignant and so beautiful.

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  2. Anonymous17 December 2013 at 20:01

    A gem, Roselle. A sort of miniature sonnet. It's sad but not desolate and goes right to the heart. Is it significant that the wind and rain are constant?!
    Thanks and love, Miriam (again!)

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  3. roselle17 December 2013 at 22:46

    Both - thank you very much. Miriam - you're right, in that it's not really desolate - and you know in some ways it's also about yes indeed the constancy of the elemental cosmos - and placing depth, trust, in the wider higher aspects of our life rather than making another human carry the burden of being everything to us. Or something! Glad you could see that...

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  4. Unknown18 December 2013 at 00:51

    Yes, yes, YES!! (And it feels OK) xxx

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  5. roselle18 December 2013 at 11:16

    Roz - thank you! Yes, I wasn't sad when I wrote it - just realised I'd passed through a doorway and it feels like a kind of relief! Does that make sense? - With love to you. Rx

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