Note 2 penned for a friend in the rain today: the reviewer

for JD.

 

Every day,

 I open this never-ending storybook,

missing your handwriting

 in the margins

of its most beautiful passages,

like scented geranium leaves accompanying

the delicate flowers,

your words were caricatures

of the hands that drafted the lines,

a mirror held to reflect the hearts.

 

Do you know how clearly your insight

helped others stand tall,

see more deeply into the reasons

we carved images of our souls into clay,

setting them for revision

before firing?

I suspect mine was not the only one

awakened by you

in inexplicable small ways-

and we engrave still, but

I can tell you, we miss the one dearly

who helped us understand

the simple "why" of the thing.

 

Our humble clay tablets

always came to life

in the magic of the pen

wielded by your gentle hands;

and by the grace

of your kind and thoughtful

mirror.

 

Author's Note

picture is my own, Bar Harbor, Maine; January, 2007

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

I had read this one first...but did not want to comment on it without the other...
these two pieces are amazing in wording ,content well everything...what a gift of friendship
I would love to see these published ...just sayin'
you have out done anything I have ever read with these notes....
in both of these just the way you have your wording come across..is a gift within
thank you for sharing, truly and yup a WOW

[Holly Mason]

this will be the last time I bug ya...carve images of our souls into clay - beautiful imagery
and love the mirror ...perfect ending ...o.k. now I will leave ya alone*)

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Holly- I have seen you around, but never truly made your acquaintance. It is nice to "meet" you, as it were. Please do not think your words are any bother art all... I love it when people ramble away on my pages. Tells me I am doing my work correctly.

I am trying to get a book or two published- looks like I may have more chance with the bilingual one I am working through. I am honored that my words spoke so strongly to you this morning. Thank you very, very much for taking the time to read and leave not just a review, but one so full of praise for my words. Both mean a lot to me, as do the people I write for.

I will return the favor ASAP. Got a lot going on in "real life" for the next few days. Not always easy for me to get to internet.

[Georgia Gypsy]

Very nice tribute, I'm sure this friend did touch others...
As well someone may write something as touching about you one day, you are a inspiration beyond words!!

[Marie Anzalone]

There are some who pass by and through communities and leave behind small ripples; others pass by and leave a giant wake and acute loss when they leave. You and I have been here a long time, we have seen many of both. A few of the latter left recently; this piece is a tribute to one of them. As for myself... maybe some day, someone will write something nice for me. I've had a few over the years; and treasured them all.

[Horizon K.]

Funny how in the absence of a visible sky, how trying to see through the rain lets fall some of the most pensive and pennable revelations... We expose them here and then await that moment we see the reflection of our meaning in these gifts as i now see my own reviews... And when there is someone who actually tries to look through your words and see you, how much do we ever grow to need such a soul... Anyway, lovely as always and yes ... You are not the only one... I still feel this absence acutely too with every new piece I post...

[Marie Anzalone]

Quiet acknowledgment, Horizon. Rare and treasured indeed is the person who sees us behind the words. I do know this absence peeks in form time to time; I hope my words are noted, as I tried to make them speak for all. In the mean time, we still have each other, and I say many of us try to do a fair job filling in what was lost with small feet hesitantly stepping into such big boots.