Live & Learn
Fragile as ash
a memory stirs
and the past comes back. […]
a single breath
can make it
crackle and burn.
~ Gary Catalano, “Breath,” Slow Tennis: Poems 1980-83
Notes: Poem – Memory’s Landscape. Catalano was an Australian poet and art critic. Photo: Eric Rose.
Catching my breath as I read this.
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Something, isn’t it!?!
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Its is! I agree! Thanks.
Catching my breath. Was just remembering (prior to opening your post )the moment my Mother died and how I felt her leaving me. Then…several minutes later the call came from the hospital telling me she was gone. I already knew.
Yes. and ouch.
and, poof! it is gone once more. but a bit of the feel of the burn remains.
Beautiful! On a side note, there is a pattern in all the pics you have posted off late!
Really? I need to look back. Thanks for heads up….
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