March 27, 2022. Multiple influences overlap in this poem. I created a collage to portray my vision – using found bridge image with one of my own full-moon photographs. The poem stemmed from reading Ram Dass (Walking Each Other Home) and a zooming of poets focused on aging. I am awed to have lived longer than either of my parents – whenever my departure comes, I will not feel short-changed. In the interim, each day is an opportunity to reflect (and wax poetic!)
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You are always thought of as light by me, Jazz. An Earth presence, with essence of moon. Love the image.
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Ah. Thank you so much, VJ.
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“The model of reflectivity”. Since the move, I seem to be in this place. Comforting to have light speak it. Thank you, Jazz.
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Thank you. Lilie – a change of environment sort of wakes-up what our eyes/minds notice. Lots of work to move, but relocation does have some pluses – I’ve been enjoying your observations from your new location.
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Thanks, Jazz. It has brought to notice those things we know but do not keep in our consciousness to reflect on. Your word are making it possible for me to bring those thoughts closer to look at.
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Go towards the light… 😎
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Absolutely – and I rather prefer cool reflected light – less sizzling!
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This is a lovely post, Jazz. The collage is stunning. I love how you play with the concept of reflection, both inward and outward.
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Thank you, LuAnne.
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Very interesting piece! I think that life and death are really not separate and are really one thing… but we separate them. 😉
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Yes, I think we separate them as a way of coping. No rush, but I sort of look forward to crossing into the other realm and knowing. I’m the curious sort.
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“Might I one day be remembered as light
brightening the lives of others”
Indeed.
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Thanks, Ken.
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Your poem resonates with me. I seem to spend more time in contemplation of life and death these days. And the photo collage is magnificent!
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Betty, thank you – I find comfort in pondering what comes “after” – rather than fretting over aging’s various struggles.
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