Lace of our lives...

Gold cherry

By Frances Macaulay Forde

Wed, 23 Mar 2022
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17 comments
 

Silver slivers wind their way

memory-wire threaded

through life’s everyday

by words loved-ones said.

Images beaded round and whole

capture a moment so long ago

 

The lace of our lives sewn

many-coloured silken thread

spun by loves we’ve known

never cut by distance or death.

Feelings remembered when old

as years finally take their grim toll

 

A rich tapestry wrapped around the heart

woven by a gentle finger-touch at the start

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2021

Inspired by a line in the poem "A Slight Disposition" by Bruce Dawe.

Certificate U
Poem
Spiritual
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Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is such a beautiful poem Frances, it captures those memories so perfectly, something I try to aspire to in my old age.

Thank you so much for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thank you Jenny, for you lovely words.  Stay safe. 

 

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Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thank you so much, Cherry-pickers!  A lovely surprise and very much appreciated.

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

This is so lovely

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thank you Di_hard, for reading and complimenting. Much appreciated.

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Submitted by onemorething on

A poem as pretty as lace, I like its gentleness too. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter. (Hope the lace image is ok, do change it if there's something else you'd prefer.)

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thank you onemorething, for the image... it is very appropriate.  Thanks also for the POTD - another lovely surprise. Stay safe and well. 

Soundcloud:  https://soundcloud.com/search?q=FrancesMF

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

The lace of our lives sewn

many-coloured silken thread

spun by loves we’ve known

never cut by distance or death.

So beautiful! Congratulations on the well deserved golden cherries

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thank you Insertponceyfre for reading, showing what impressed and the congratulations.  All very much appreciated.  Stay well. 

Soundcloud:  https://soundcloud.com/search?q=FrancesMF

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Interesting idea of the complexity of lace pattern compared to the intricacy of interactions experienced down the years. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Pleased you found the metaphor interesting, Rhiannonw, appreciate the read and comments.  Stay safe.

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Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Thanks for bringing to my attention the name of Bruce Dawe who was unfamiliar to me.  I shall endeavour to delve into his work. The only Australian I knew of and whose poetry appealed to me was Clive James.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

I would love to share the poem with you too and looked on the net to see if I could link it - although there's loads about him, not this particular poem.   I found it last year but can't remember where.

There are many amazing Australian poets who have inspired me. 

Thank you so much for your comment, Luigi.

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Submitted by marandina on

Such beautiful imagery. Nicely done and congrats on a well deserved POTD. Paul

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thank you so much Paul, for the congratulations and enjoying the imagery. 

P.S. I'm also on Soundcloud as FrancesMF.  Will take the time to listen to yours on there, as well. 

Soundcloud:  https://soundcloud.com/search?q=FrancesMF

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

It is so lovely. And that last line is perfect. Much enjoyed this.

Rich

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

G'day Rich, 

So pleased you enjoyed my words - especially the last line which reminds me of my poem written soon after the birth of my first child, my daughter.

''...you caused such pain, such draining of strength

yet, when you finally arrived, in just a second

all that had gone before was completely forgotten

and I held you to my breast, now calm

and gently with my forefinger caressed your tiny arm. "

 

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