Does your hem leave a message
“I was here” in the dust
one last passing memory
a soft remaining touch
your hand ever steady
sweep the last of the day
fingers part foggy mist
like a scene in a play
as our lives ever on
there is so much to say
but to friends it’s enough
gentle kiss blow your way
The prompt at A Prompt Each Day: Through Thick and Through Thin just seems what friends are and what they do…
I am grateful to each of you for the gentle words you say, the laughter you leave behind, and the Smiles!
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Sorry, read ‘hem’ as ‘hen’ and confused myself for a minute – makes sense now. Thank you G:)
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Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading it.
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This poem reminds me of the story of the woman with the issue of blood from the gospels.
” if I can just touch the hem of His garment.”
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Gorgeous images there. I, too, thought of the woman with the issue of blood touching the Savior’s hem. Always hopeful of making a lasting impact on friends and, thereby, maybe a modest corner of the world. Very grateful for you, my friend.
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Im glad you picked that up because that was an image in my head – to have made such a connection with His hem.
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__Often, that, that you didn’t want to have happened, becomes a personal, and valued keepsake. _m
Dust meets the damp, to stain the cloth I wear,
This traveled dye remains, to say that I was there.
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I make too many errors in life. Here, -happened- should be -happen- not ed
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The dye is a significant marker Doug.
You are silly it’s so easy on a computer to make an error – it means we are human
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Beautiful poem, Leslie.
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lovely visuals on this piece… the use of hems so perfect… hey, how’s that book coming along
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Liked the way you addressed the prompt…friends are indeed always present in some form.
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My first visit here and I am happy.. It’s a lovely poem.. great work ..
RS:)
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This is beautiful … love the concluding lines too 🙂
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