there is sweet in sadness and joy in remembering

the emptiness at my table
does not wait for Elijah

it is full of ghosts
I welcome, my nostalgia
budded and bloomed
to a full bouquet now, no longer

single long stems posed in the center
of memory we make

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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23 Responses to there is sweet in sadness and joy in remembering

  1. How often single, burning stars are subsumed into more distant constellations…

  2. ruleofstupid's avatar ruleofstupid says:

    From your woken muse? It’s lovely – full of acceptance for the memories.

  3. Gaelic Dreams's avatar George Ellington says:

    I find that I experience writing, fiction, poetry–as most do, I assume–on a very personal level. I read and I become with each reading, as my mind journeys through images and metaphors and memories. I can grasp it, you know? I can identify minutely what words, what phrases, what verses have touched me and the reason they have done so. But this, Susan–this brings tears to my eyes. And I do not even know why.

  4. unfetteredbs's avatar unfetteredbs says:

    nostalgia, sigh.

  5. Emptiness with the galaxy has an interesting mystery of solitude and awakening. Beautiful poem. 🙂

    Say, do you have skype?

  6. nelle's avatar nelle says:

    Nice to find such memories… too many of my memories that lie beyond the last decade, I feel no entitlement to them.

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