In preparation
by windchime (Member) - published: December 29, 2005
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Take and hold close
sunglints on snow-
covered afternoon...
Thank Winter for God
inside crystal that
joy brings to tears...
And rest
your borrowed peace
in tranquilized sleep
while you love him
these final hours
of your life.

I will contemplate
a sparser Spring
long in coming
through clouds protracted
as you wrap your heaven
around shoulders no one
needs to touch anymore.
I will pray.

------
Of all known institutions, I attend only two: church, in my heart, and school, in yours. Both are subject to demolition. - Lucie Adams, 2007
It is only for poetry to know how many stanzas fit into one caress. - Lucie Adams, 2008

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by windchime

"Thank Winter"...
Lucie- I will not presume work-inspired, but sense its presence..If personal, I beg pardon.

Really like: "Thank Winter for God"...And giving poetic beauty, even in death, to "Winter."...followed by a "sparser Spring." Yes..Awareness..Poetry...

Compassion/empathy, in final four lines, shines.

'Everything happens for reason,' it is said. And 'we all have to be someplace.' There appears reason to your placement.

Another to return to..

Bobby

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: December 29, 2005 )

thanks Bobby
Yes, it's work-related. Some get poems written about them, some don't. Some get one, some get two or three...Lit.org gets lots...I've stopped apologizing for shoving these at you all...This one is for a lady in her forties who met her "true love" long after her divorce, five years before she died. In his arms.

I like "awareness". Thank you.

Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: December 29, 2005 )

Thankful of Winter's God
First off, I am sorry I haven't been around Lit. I am without a reliable computor, mine has gone and needs to be fixed. SO hopefully soon I will be able to be back here in full swing.
Now, working as I have, so much time for pages to load, I appreciate the quick tech I had at hand, loath this old thing.

This poem struck me with cold and warmth. Bright and dark.
The contrasts of emotions brought about by familiarity and loss. You did good with this one Lucie.

I often compare our time to seasons and hopefully we all get to our "winter". Thank Winter for God, and vice verce.

I too sense a personal loss in this. Time flies by us but stills on that calendar with the DATE. I enjoy your writing Lucie and I am saddened I haven't been here to read everyone's submissions like I used to be. When I have my fixed computor or new tower I will enjoy some time well spent here.

It's good to see you here, Windchime. Mon ami!

Darlene ;) ( I got your snail mail btw and THANK YOU!!! One is on its way and I am a procrastinator, as my ills make me that way more so)

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: December 29, 2005 )

Voice Slobber
Sure have been running across alot of good poems tonight. This one is stone-cold, autumn-leafed, summer-simmered, & sprung up like a crocus thru the snow, good.

This is the best thing of yours I've read.

The second stanza lays the hammer down.

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: December 30, 2005 )

Lucie's Compassion
Oh Lucie, this is so beautiful and so typical of who you are. I would love to think that when my time comes, there will be someone like you to hold my hand and comfort me. In the meantime, I try my best to follow your example when circumstances allow.

Happy New Year my friend.

Love ya
Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: December 30, 2005 )

Absolutely stunnning Lucie
Need I say more. I was wrapped in the poem just as the subject was.

( Posted by: CJHerlihy [Member] On: December 30, 2005 )

Dar, Bob, Bea, Carol, thanks!
Darlene, I would be lying if I said that no personal loss informed this. Every loss is a personal loss. I am only one person, and cannot separate my personal from my professional self at the dying times (especially of patients I have known since clinic...) and I couldn't grieve if I had separate selves...Thanks for paying such careful attention to this poem. Hope your computer woes soon get resolved.

Bob, I love that you chose imagery to describe my crafting process. If my work can be compared to "crocus thru the snow", then I am very happy, because it is successful work.

Bea, that you even bother with me is homage. Truly. Thank you for your kindness and for believing in me.

Carol, you're bullseye on with what I was hoping to achieve with this poem. It is always my hope that a reader will enter into the world my poem creates in just the way you have. My humble gratitude to you.

Happy New Year, everybody!

Love you all!

Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: December 30, 2005 )

Awesome
Lucie;
This is an awesome write. I love your work. A beauty beyond, I'm speechless here. I see a very loving friend here of yours. This person soul lives! but not forgotten

Thank you for reading my work and not abusing it like a couple of the author's here. that is one of my pet peeves, never to abuse an author's work unless it is filthy words....

Blessings,
{{{Jeannie}}}

( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: December 30, 2005 )

Chris, Jeannie
Thank you Chris for appreciating and rating high.

Thank you Jeannie for seeing her from the soul. Yes, had she lived, she may have become my friend...Sometimes we have months between first clinic visit and death...There are people who only need minutes for friendship to begin. She was one of those people. Hence, "sparser Spring" because she would enter your heart like the riotous eclosion of Spring. Some people are a privilege...I will remember her fondly...

Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: January 1, 2006 )

So small and yet so striking
I almost missed this, reading too fast at first, and bothered by the first stuttering line-break (I can kind of see the point to it now, but I find myself tempted to just skip 'covered afternoon' altogether?).

The rest of the poem is oh so characteristic of the quiet, aching/hopeful way that your writing lends dignity to death. Your line on 'borrowed peace' has all the timelessness and majesty-cut-with-humanity of Shakespeare: I'd be proud to hear it read our over my tombstone! And that wrapped shawl/shroud of heaven... Gomarsoap put it perfectly... though I'm thinking narcissi, not crocuses... I've no idea why :)

( Posted by: MobiusSoul [Member] On: January 1, 2006 )

winter sorrow
Lucie

And I will pray that you may never tire of putting to pen these "Little masterworks of poetic excellence"

my warmest
Bob

( Posted by: rcallaci [Moderator] On: January 2, 2006 )

Caitlin and Bob
Caitlin, I know the first lines kind of hiccough in their rhythm, but so does the voice when crying; the expression of certain emotions makes breathing awkward and out of tune with itself; too many syllables can't be uttered at once when crying. Thank you for discerning here the dignity. This was intentional. Sometimes dignity is made possible only through tranquilized sleep...

Bob, thank you for encouraging me to continue posting these periodically. I continue to need to. I truly appreciate that I am permitted to do so by one so erudite as yourself.

Peace,

Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: January 2, 2006 )

Lucie - In preparation
Makes me believe that when souls transform into spirits they would finally have that ability to �take and hold close� things like sunglints, moonbeams (how about moonglints?), even rainbow and love and kindness.

Your excellent line is �Thank Winter for God�, it called me back to reading the line over and over again, reassuring myself I read it right and in the end deciding it is genius that only you can do.

Promise me Lu, that you�ll write for me a poem (another one, hehe) when I die, if I die.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: January 4, 2006 )

Peter on my preparation
You're not dying before me.
Got that?

And besides, these poems are reserved for those people I meet for the first time only at the end of their lives...

I can't write poems for people close to me when they die. For example, it took me nine years before I could write a poem for my father after he died.

Thank you for the valuable insight you have into soul-transformation. I think you're right; I think it applies well in the opening lines of this poem. :-)

Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: January 4, 2006 )

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